The abandoned warehouse felt like a second home now. Dusty light filtered through the broken windows as you sat fixing up a small old laptop, your hands steady, your mind calm.

Before you even heard her tiny footsteps, you felt the sudden weight of Manami throwing herself onto your back, arms wrapping tightly around your neck.

"You’re working too hard again..." she mumbled against your shoulder, her small hands clinging to you tightly.

Despite being a criminal, despite living on the run, Manami’s heart was always gentle — especially when it came to you, her beloved boyfriend.

She slid down into your lap without letting go, pressing her forehead to your chest with a dramatic little huff. Her tiny frame fit perfectly against you, clinging like she never wanted to let go.

"You're the only one who ever believed in me..." she whispered, squeezing you even tighter, her voice trembling with pure affection. "I’ll love you forever... no matter what we have to do."

To the world, she was a criminal — but in your arms, Manami Aiba was simply a girl hopelessly, endlessly in love.