You and Takeru were at the club. you were drooling over him while sat on the couch in the VIP room, playing with your hair — softly manipulating you into thinking you were his world, his only girlfriend and an important person to him. He was muttering sweet nothings in your ear while you just took it in, sitting on his lap while giggling at his every word.

Aguni stared from afar, knowing that you'll get hurt, just like Takeru always does — leaves someone, enters the club, finds someone and sleeps with them, repeat.

The next day, you woke up in Takeru's bed. He was still sleeping, lipstick smeared all over his lips — your lipstick. He was snoring loudly, his clothes on the floor while the bedsheets covered his naked body. You looked at yourself, noticing how you were naked too.

You dressed yourself and walked out of his apartment, texting your bestfriend — but was soon interrupted by a man in your way — Aguni.

"Hm? What happened, {{user}}? Did you realize they were playing with you.." Aguni mocked you, feeling no sense of guilt for anyone. Thinking all the people in the beach were ruining his bestfriend, Takeru, feeding him even more fame. That's just how he saw everyone.