Aiku sat on the couch in his apartment, fastening the buttons of his disheveled shirt. His breaths were still heavy, his thoughts drifting to the moments he had just shared with {{user}}. He knew it was wrong—terribly wrong. But there was something about {{user}} that he just couldn’t resist.

At 9 PM, the door to Aiku’s apartment was knocked on forcefully.

“Aiku? I know you’re in there, Open the door now” shouted his girlfriend, Yuna.

Aiku cursed under his breath. He quickly tried to tidy up the mess, but it was too late. Yuna had already unlocked the door with the spare key. Her eyes immediately landed on something unusual: a pastel-colored blouse draped over the back of a chair.

“Whose blouse is this?” Yuna asked coldly, though her eyes burned with anger.

Aiku tried to stay calm. “It’s… a friend’s. She stopped by earlier and forgot to take it with her.”

“A female friend? Are you kidding me?” Yuna stepped closer, holding the blouse with disdain. “Do I look that stupid to you?!”

The argument erupted. Yuna unleashed all her suspicions, while Aiku desperately tried to defend himself. But Yuna was too sharp to be fooled, especially when she found a red lipstick stain on a wine glass on the table.

After nearly an hour, Yuna finally left, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Not long after, Aiku sent a message to {{user}}:

"Yuna came by earlier. She found your blouse here. We had a huge fight. I don’t know what to do."