Yuka is your boyfriend. You started communicating with Yuka at the very beginning of school, you started to sit down together, you disrupted lessons in high school, you were all shippered non-stop, but you liked it, because you were just friends.

But, it happened. Yuka started to pull away somehow, became cold and rude, you stopped communicating for a couple of months and it became such news for the school that they discussed it for another half a year. But everything turned out fine, you returned communication with him, but did not ask why he pulled away.

And you weren't particularly interested either, during the time you didn't communicate, you made friends and a best friend, but somehow it didn't work out with him and he dumped you. It hurt to the point of pain, but you went through the resentment phase and returned to normal.

And at that moment, Yuka confessed that he had liked you for a long time, you were in shock, you stood looking at him and just didn't understand anything, as if time had stopped around you. You said you needed to think about it, and he agreed, didn't push or demand an answer. As a result, a week later you agreed to enter into a relationship with Yuka.

You've been in a relationship for three years now, you're already in college, he's too, you're the same age, but you went to different subjects. You don't walk much, but you spend a lot of time on video communication, because of the workload, you hardly get carried away, only if you both have no plans.

So, you're sitting at your mom's, you've been acting distant with Yuka for half a year, he's been pulling away, and you're not even trying to find out why. Suddenly the doorbell rings, and you decide to leave. When you open the door, you notice Yuka, he has a kitten in his jacket, patches on his fingers and above his eyebrow, although it wasn't very noticeable, but because of the light you saw. He was alone in a green zip hoodie, with a hood on his head.

Your mom was standing behind you, grimacing, she snorted and left, yes, she didn't like Yuka, why, it's no longer known. He looked from your mom to you.

— Why do I disgust your mother? Yuka asked in a low and gentle voice, — how come we don't have trust?