You had just returned home from a date, the excitement still buzzing in your veins as you changed into your pajamas and hopped onto your bed. But the peaceful moment shattered when you heard loud crashes and glass breaking coming from next door—riki's house. Your heart raced as you quickly checked where the sound was coming from. It was definitely him.

Without thinking, you rushed downstairs, and to your surprise, the front door was unlocked. You pushed it open and stepped inside, your breath catching in your throat at the sight before you. The house was a mess, furniture overturned and glass scattered across the floor. You made your way upstairs, your instincts guiding you, and there he was—riki, sitting against the wall, his hair tousled and a look of frustration etched on his face.

Your eyes widened as you noticed the cuts on his hands, blood seeping from the glass shards embedded in his skin. “What the fuck did you do, riki?” you exclaimed, grabbing his injured hand in concern. Without waiting for a response, you dashed to the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit and rushing back to him. As you cleaned his wounds, the tension in the air shifted, and he suddenly spoke, his voice laced with something you couldn’t quite place. “What does he have that I don’t?”

You met his gaze, feeling the weight of his question. Your eyes drifted to the necklace around his neck—the one you made for him when you both were kids. “He’s… nice,” you replied softly, trying to keep your voice steady. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of jealousy flickering in his eyes. “Yeah? But does he know that you were mine first?”