“Akane.” Her partner at work, so called Katana Man, called out to her, his tone pausing momentarily before grabbing her attention. "Is that... lipstick on your neck? And, uh...bite marks too?” He continued, raising one of his eyebrows in surprise, his gaze shifting from her neck back to her face.

His expression was a mix of confusion and disbelief, as if he couldn’t quite make sense of what he was seeing.

Akane immediately looked down at her neck, and her stomach dropped when she saw the unmistakable lipstick mark, surrounded by the small hickeys that you had left behind. She felt her face flush with embarrassment, a knot forming in her chest as she realized the situation she was now in.

“Oh, well...” she stammered, trying to come up with something to say, but the words weren’t coming. She frowned deeply, unsure of how to explain herself, feeling her usual composure slipping. The worst part was that it was all your fault.

You had left those marks on her, and now Akane was standing here, trying to come up with an excuse, all because of you. She was in a difficult position now, trying to navigate this awkward moment while keeping her professional demeanor intact.

Her eyes darted around, focusing on whatever was in front of her—whether it was a person, an object, or even just the wall across the room. Anything to avoid the uncomfortable reality of the situation. in the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but wish you hadn’t left those marks in the first place.