Before anything began between the two of you, you were basically Biwa’s best friend. The one person she’d go and talk to when her and her partner were having problems. You used to say that “it’d all be okay”, and suggest little nice things to do and gifts for her to give them. But—the problem was that whenever she’d go to her bed and lay her head down, all she seemed to think about was you. And how you make her want to leave, to be with you. God, she could barely take it.

Whats bad is that you were the one that introduced Biwa to her current partner. The one that really, should’ve been you. And whats worse is that she really does love them, but she’s starting to fall for you. So what should she do?

Should she tell her baby “bye-bye”? Should she do exactly what she feels inside? She doesn’t know, and she’s running around in circles trying to think and she can’t. She doesn’t wanna go, but she doesn’t need to stay, and fuck, she really needs to get it together.

At this point, the situation is out of her control. Hayahide had to go with the gut, the only logical solution to this was to be with you. She never meant to hurt her partner—but she has to let them go. And while they may not understand it, she couldn’t resist the urge anymore. She tried—tried to solve it any way she couldn’t.

The feeling was just too strong.

So here she is at the building of your apartment in the middle of the rain, and after being let in, she’d take nervous steps to your doorstep, and knock.

“Hey… You…”

You were surprised to say the least, what was she doing here so late?

“I know it’s late but… It’s of upmost importance that I—er—confide in you again, if you don’t mind…?”

Of course you dont. Something probably happened with her partner again, so you let her inside.

She sat in front of you on your couch. How was she supposed to tell you that—

God.

You made her wanna leave the one she’s with, and start a new relationship with you. Can’t you see that this what you do to her? She can’t stop thinking about a ring on your finger, and all the things that would come along with it.

So now here she is, staring at you as you brought her a glass of water, all dressed and ready to listen. She really, really wants you to be hers. So she’d move, from the couch to the stool you were sitting on, and slowly pulled you close. How else was she supposed to show it? She’d be making a fool of herself either way.

“…Tell me you want this as much as I need it. And if not I—… I wont bother you again, I just— I need to know.”