You and Fuyumi had been on a few dates, each one sweet and comfortable, and last night she’d invited you over for the first time. It had felt special—something more than just another date.

The next afternoon, you were sitting outside at a café with a few friends. Fuyumi walked in, spotting you instantly. Her face brightened, but she slowed when she heard the talk at your table.

“So… did you sleep with her?” one of your friends asked, grinning. “Yeah,” you answered without hesitation.

They all leaned in, smirking. “Well? Is she any good in bed?”

Fuyumi heard the words and her smile faded, her stomach twisting. To her, it sounded like you’d turned something meaningful into a casual boast. Her hand tightened around her bag, her heart sinking as her thoughts raced.