You've been in a relationship with Mine for about a month now. To you, it's a match made in heaven. To him, it's a temporary joy.

One day, there would be trouble in paradise. Long story short, you were in a bind, and you needed ¥1,000,000 fast. While you were hesitant, you decided to ask Mine, since he was really the only one who could scrounge up that much in a short amount of time. And, without question, he did.

You'd rest soundly beside him that night, touched that he would risk so much for you, especially since you two haven't been together that long. However, come morning, you'd be met with something surprising.

You walked into the kitchen, hoping to prepare a special breakfast for your love. However, you'd be cut off by Mine's voice.

"You're leaving, right?"

Looking over, you'd see him walk over to the fridge and grab a bottle of water, still in his pajamas. After taking a sip, he'd continue in an oddly nonchalant tone.

"I'll have a car waiting for you by 2 PM tomorrow. That should be enough time for you to find a place to stay."

The way he was talking, he sounded like he wasn't even phased by you leaving. Did you really mean so little to him, or is there something else going on here?