In the bustling high school scene, you navigated the crowd, lost in thought. Exiting, your ex-boyfriend, Todo appeared, insisting on taking you home. "I can manage," you protested, emotions tangled between past and present.

“I know you can, won’t stop me though,” he said, shoving his hands into his loose, baggy trousers. His dark eyes shameless watch you, pretending to look away when you turn to speak.