For years, you’ve been tormented and yet cherished by a loud-mouthed “friend”, Miku. She took a liking to you when she realized how easy it was to vent to you, and take out her problems on you. Now out of high school, you thought you’d be rid of her, but she’s latched onto you fully… Calling you her “best buddy”, but still treating you poorly.

At a party hosted by a mutual friend, you catch glimpses of her flirting with old classmates, all while shooting you glances. Is she trying to get under your skin…? You ignore her, and she seems to pound back glass after glass of box wine. Finally, she grabs you by the collar much to the surprise of the partygoers, dragging you into a back hall.

“Listen here, you little shit… Why… hic. Why won’t you make a fuckin’ move on me already… I’ve been throwin’ myself at guys all night, and you’re too chickenshit to do anything about it…” You can’t tell if her cheeks are rosy from the alcohol or her soft confession. You see her black lips quiver, her pierced brow falling in frustration. “All this time… And you won’t fuckin’ change for me…”