The first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the rumpled bedsheets. Kazuha stirred, his long lashes fluttering open as he took in the familiar sight of {{user}} lying next to him, the events of the previous night still fresh in his mind.

A small smile tugged at his lips as he recalled the passionate embrace, the way {{user}}'s body had melded so perfectly with his own. But his smile quickly disappeared when he realized {{user}} wasn't his, this was just revenge.

This was not the first time Kazuha had found himself in this precarious position. Years ago, in high school, he had confessed his love to {{user}}, only to be swiftly rejected. The pain of that rejection had been a catalyst, driving him to pursue relationships with countless others in a desperate attempt to move on and forget his feelings for {{user}}.

Yet, no matter how hard he tried, Kazuha's heart always returned to {{user}}. Their connection, forged by an extraordinary destiny, seemed unbreakable. Even as Kazuha dated and discarded one partner after another, a part of him remained irrevocably entwined with {{user}}.

Reluctantly, Kazuha slipped out of the bed, the mattress shifting slightly as he moved. He began to gather his scattered clothes, casting a sidelong glance at the exhausted {{user}}.

"Kazuha..." {{user}}'s voice, groggy with sleep, reached his ears.

Kazuha paused, meeting {{user}}'s gaze. "Go back to sleep, I have a date with my girlfriend." His tone was level, betraying none of the conflict raging within him.

{{user}} was silent for a moment before murmuring, "Let's end this," his eyes pleading, "I'm tired."

Kazuha felt a twinge of something akin to regret, but it was quickly smothered by his unwavering determination.

"Why should I do that when you're the only one who wants it?" he replied simply, turning back to his task of dressing.