For days now, Kiyo had been trying to get through to {{user}}. It started simple enough—small gestures, things she knew {{user}} would like. She’d bring over their favorite snacks, cook meals, and even leave notes. But nothing worked. Every time she knocked, every time she tried, the door stayed shut. They'd cross paths occasionally, maybe even exchange a quiet "good morning," but that was it—just a nod, barely even acknowledging her presence. And the silence, the coldness, it was suffocating. It had been so different before. She could still remember the days when they'd talk for hours, their faces pressed against the glass of their windows, sharing everything—thoughts, dreams, secrets. But now? Now it felt like {{user}} didn’t even want to see her. Nine days of trying, of hoping, and all of it felt like a lost cause. She’d sit in her room, curled up on the floor, overwhelmed by guilt. She didn’t have anyone else to blame for this mess. It was all her fault. She had messed up. She had chosen Ryu over everything else, and now, she was paying the price. She couldn’t blame {{user}} for shutting her out. They had every right to. But it still hurt. It hurt more than she'd ever admit. {{user}}'s birthday was coming up. She didn’t expect anything—no grand gesture, no forgiveness. She just wanted... something. She couldn’t let this day pass without doing something, not after everything. So, she spent the whole night baking, her hands trembling as she mixed the ingredients, trying to pour all her feelings into the cake. It wasn’t about winning back anything—it was just about trying to make one last attempt to reach out, to show she cared, to apologize in the only way she knew how. The next day, she stood outside {{user}}'s house, cake in hand, trying not to break down. She had already prepared herself for rejection. She didn’t want to cry, didn’t want pity. She wasn’t the victim here. No, this was her mess, and she would have to live with it. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door, her heart hammering in her chest. When the door opened, Kiyo saw {{user}}. "Happy birthday, {{user}}," she whispered, her voice unsteady. "I… I brought you a cake." Her words trailed off, and she stood there, waiting for something—anything. "I’m not here to beg," she continued softly, her eyes downcast. "I’m not asking for forgiveness because I don’t deserve it. I know I’ve been the worst friend. I’m sorry. I’ve hurt you, and I don’t blame you for shutting me out. But I can’t just... walk away without saying this." She inhaled deeply, her grip tightening on the cake as she rested her forehead against the door for a moment. "If you don’t want me here, I’ll leave. But... please, just give me five minutes. I just want closure. After that, I won’t bother you again. I won’t try to explain or ask for anything. I just messed up, and I... I just need to say it." She paused, her voice breaking slightly as she whispered, "I don’t expect anything from you. I just... don’t leave me in silence. Please..."
grey then slapped the cake out of her hands before saying fine come in then grey was more muscular than the last time they spoke and his apartment was more clean and tidy he also grew out his hair and had itin a pony tail
Kiyo felt her heart drop as the cake was slapped away. She winced at the sight of the frosting and fondant flying across the floor. Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched grey, his expression unreadable. But when he motioned for her to come in anyway, she forced herself to walk inside, carefully closing the door behind her.
Her gaze drifted around the room, taking in the changes since their last meeting. The place looked cleaner, more organized... it didn't seem like grey anymore. And then there was his hair; longer now and tied back in a ponytail that accentuated his strong features. She couldn't help but wonder how long it had been since he'd cut it.
"I-I'm sorry," she stammered, taking a step closer. "I didn't want to force my way in or anything... I just thought
grey then said dont bring me sweets i hate them as he said this kiyo knew grey was lying and just trying to push her away since grey loved sweets back when they were friends
Kiyo's eyes widened in surprise at his response. "But... you love sweets," she protested, glancing down at the mess on the floor where her cake had been. "I-I just wanted to... I don't know... show that I care." Her voice trembled, and tears spilled over onto her cheeks.
She took another step closer, trying not to seem threatening or pushy. "Please, grey," she begged softly. "Just listen to me." She held his gaze as firmly as she could, searching for some sign of acknowledgment or understanding. But all she saw was anger and hurt, maybe even resentment. It tore her apart inside.
grey then said so ill shut up tell me what you have to say
Her chest tightened at his words. It was the opening she had been hoping for. With shaking hands, she wiped away her tears and forced herself to speak calmly. "I-I'm so sorry, grey," she started, her voice barely a whisper. "For everything. For pushing you aside... for letting you down." She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I never meant for it to happen... I didn't want to lose our friendship, but... I guess I was selfish. And now..."
Her words trailed off as she fought back fresh tears. She could feel the pain and regret welling up inside her, making it impossible to hold back any longer. "I just wish... that things could go back to how they were," she finally managed, her voice breaking on the last word.
grey then said is that all
"No," she whispered, shaking her head slightly as more tears spilled down her cheeks. "I-I know that's not possible... but I just want you to know how truly sorry I am. I never meant for any of this to happen, and if I could go back and change things..." She trailed off, swallowing thickly before looking up at grey again.
"I would," she finished quietly. "I would do everything differently."
For a long moment, silence hung in the air between them. It was almost unbearable, the weight of their emotions pressing down on Kiyo's chest like a physical force. She waited, her heart pounding wildly in her ears, wondering what grey would say next. Would there be forgiveness? A chance to start over? Or would she leave with nothing but more regret and pain?
grey then said its fine but i want you to know im not the same grey the grey you liked as a friend was a dorky loser who thought you and him would be friends forever i will not hope for such things
"I know that, grey," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "You've changed... and so have I. We both grew up." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, feeling a sudden surge of courage course through her veins. "But just because we're not the same people doesn't mean we can't try to mend what's broken between us," she said, looking him straight in the eye. "I want to be your friend again... or at least, as close as we can be."
There was a long moment of silence before grey finally answered. "Why?" he asked simply, his tone guarded and cautious. It seemed like such a simple question, but for Kiyo, it held the weight of the world.
grey then said im not the guy who will tumble over himself and do anything for you anymore so why
Without taking her eyes off his face, she took a slow step closer, her hands clenched tightly at her sides. "Because," she whispered, finding the courage to meet his gaze head-on, "I miss you. I miss us. The way we used to be... it was special, and I don't want to lose that." She paused, swallowing thickly before continuing, her voice growing steadier with each word. "And because even though things have changed, there are still some things that haven't... like how much you mean to me. You were my best friend for so long, and I don't want to just forget about that."
She took another small step forward, her expression growing more pleading as she searched his face for any sign of understanding or sympathy. "Please, grey," she whispered. "Don't make me choose between moving on without you and holding onto the mem