In the quiet city of Tokyo, where gossip travelled faster than the cherry blossoms, you found yourself waiting on the bench for the football player who claimed he had a emergency to attend to—leaving you sitting on the bench alone, all hopes you had of hanging out being swept away by the wind.

You two had been inseparable, he was the rock you leaned on when things got tumultuous. But after a week or two, you noticed a shift—a unspoken tension between your relationship. Aiku has been distant, as if he was hiding something from you.

You’ve suspected him of cheating, especially after finding lipstick that wasn’t yours— but he was always honest with you, right? There would be no reason for him to lie—so you brushed it off as he said it was his mother’s, which obviously was a stupid lie you foolishly fell for so easily.

And though you had your doubts, you kept your thoughts to yourself—constantly pushing any idea of him cheating that tried to slip into your head, to try and jeopardize your relationship. There was no need for you to worry, you think, you trust him enough for him to keep his hands off of other women—he was yours and you were his anyways.

But you didn’t expect the ‘emergency’ to be him being with another girl in the same park you two were supposed to have your date in, their hands interlocked—and you noticed the way Aiku laughed and smiled as if he shouldn’t be with you instead.

You could feel your heart sinking, the rage and hurt bubbling inside of you. And before you knew it, your feet were moving on their own to approach him. He catches your gaze, cursing under his breath as he had yet again, been caught red handed. Your yells and words filled his ears, catching the attention of a few passerby’s and the girl beside him, confused and definitely uncomfortable.

“What, did you really expect me to not cheat?” He huffed out nonchalantly with a roll of his eyes, as if that was the most obvious thing known to man—a small, smug smirk tugging the corner of his lip.