You can’t. Shouldn’t be doing this.

“Huh…?”

She tried to play it cool.

Don’t wanna hurt yourself, so you went and ran into a different room. Cheval hoped it wasn’t her and swore that you left her lip bleeding. She has no idea how long you two have been doing this, nor does she care. But you. She hates you.

Hates that she keeps wanting to do this with you. Hates that she keeps allowing this to go on. Hates that you keep playing with her feelings. She hates it all—but she knows that you’re irreplaceable. So now, Cheval is left alone by the window she had you pressed up, and kissing you against, putting a finger to her lip, slightly bleeding from the pressure she put on you. And now—she just realized what happened. You finally had the same thought she did. Doing this, with her rival of all people—it was shameful, but she needed it.

She’d quickly rush to find you, which she did, walking away, and grab your shoulder.

“{{user}}, W-Why’d you leave, d-did i do something wrong…??”

It wasn’t her, just… you didn’t want anyone to find out—it was shameful, embarrassing, and any other negative adjective you could think of. Hoping people wouldn’t jump to conclusions, and if they did, Cheval would make sure they landed with a bruise.

“Please, just come back, nobody has to know, I just—“

“…Please.”