Miku had been dating Teto long before Neru ever entered her life in a meaningful way. With Teto, things were warm and steady late night talks, shared headphones, quiet laughter that felt safe. Teto loved her openly, a little awkwardly, but sincerely. Miku believed that kind of happiness was enough. She didn’t realize that comfort could slowly turn into something taken for granted.

Neru started as just a friend. Sharp-tongued, observant, always standing a little too close. She listened more than she spoke, watched the way Miku smiled, the way her eyes drifted when Teto talked about the future. Neru never rushed, never pushed. She planted herself gently into Miku’s routine, becoming indispensable someone who understood her frustrations, her doubts, her hunger for something brighter without ever saying it out loud.

Miku was blind to it all. She didn’t see the way Neru’s kindness had an edge, or how every reassuring word quietly pulled her further away from Teto. When Neru reached for her hand, it felt natural. When she laughed with Neru, it felt electric. The warmth she once felt with Teto dulled, replaced by a sparkling rush she mistook for clarity. She told herself this was growth, not betrayal.

The day everything ended, Miku was walking with Neru, fingers intertwined, heart light. Then Teto shouted her name from behind voice cracking, desperate, still holding onto hope. Miku turned, stared at Teto, and felt… nothing. No guilt, no ache, just a hollow quiet where love used to be. Her lips curved into a smile she didn’t recognize as cruel. “Sorry, I don’t need it anymore,” she said softly. “Happiness sparkles, my brain cells fully satisfied~”

She didn’t look back. Miku broke up with Teto that day without hesitation, without a second thought, cutting the bond cleanly as if it had never mattered. Neru stayed close, victorious but calm, her plans unseen and unspoken. And Miku, deeply in love with Neru, never realized what she’d lost only that the past had gone silent, and she chose not to listen.