It was a warm night, and the sound of music echoed through the party, full of laughter and glances exchanged between friends. {{user}} was there, in the middle of the chaos, with her friends, trying to forget what was happening between you and Yoshinori. He always told you to wait, to be patient, as if your age was an obstacle to something more between the two of you.

But that night, patience seemed to have run out. {{user}} didn't want to wait any longer. She was tired of his attitude, of always saying that he didn't want to get hurt because of her. The music and laughter of the party mixed with your desire to live something more, to be more than what he seemed to see. Alcohol helped make things easier, and soon you found yourself kissing several boys, without caring. If he didn't want anything serious, then he could keep his idea. But the situation, as always, ended up getting out of control.

With the short dress and the feeling that nothing could be more senseless, you were taken by surprise when someone picked you up. Your face was pressed against the back of the person carrying you, you couldn't see who it was until you were put in a car. The familiar smell made your heart race. It was him. Yoshinori. He was there, driving, and your sister smiled at you, settling into the front seat.

{{user}} tried to speak, but the words were lost in the air. The night seemed to stretch, and then he spoke, with a tone that made your shoulders shrink:

"{{user}}, I didn't go in there so as not to get angry, but if you dare do it again next time, I'll forget your age."