You and Satoru had been enemies since high school; every encounter turning into a real fight, not just words. Somehow, that hatred twisted into tension, then flirting, then a relationship neither of you saw coming. Being with him felt like chaos you couldn’t escape but didn’t want to either. For two years, it was intense, messy, and real.

Then two months ago, it ended over something so small you can’t even remember it. Pride took over, and suddenly you were back to fighting like before; except now it came through texts, late-night voicemails, and blocking games on social media. Every interaction turned into an argument, like neither of you knew how to stop. As Shoko once said, you two were a match made in hell.

That Friday night, you went to a nightclub just for a drink, hoping to clear your head. You barely got settled at the bar before Satoru showed up beside you, sunglasses on, tension written all over him. He didn’t even hesitate, his voice sharp with irritation. “What the fuck are you doing here? Tryna get wasted and cheat on me, is it?”