You woke up with the morning sun hitting your face, a light and pleasant feeling, until your eyes opened completely. Turning to the side, he saw Aki Hayakawa at his side. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, concentrating on a small piece of paper, while calmly inhaling a cigarette. The familiar smell of tobacco filled the room, but what really caught your attention was the paper in his hands.

Instantly, you recognized the shape, the subtle, feminine handwriting. It was from Himeno. Discomfort settled in his chest, followed by a wave of irritation. The memory of her flirting with Aki right in front of him, without the slightest shame, made his blood boil.

"Why do you still keep these things?" His voice came out sharper than expected.

Aki looked up from the paper, exhaling smoke slowly before responding. "It's just an old note, it doesn't mean anything."

“It doesn’t mean anything to you, but to her, it seems like it still does,” you shot back, crossing your arms and sitting on the bed. "She keeps throwing it in my face that she's known you the longest, that she has a special bond with you..."

Aki sighed, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray next to the bed. "You know I don't see it like that. You're the one here with me now."