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You and Riki had been inseparable since you were kids. Same school, same reputation — the infamous duo of troublemakers. You practically grew up together, and everyone knew you as a pair.

Then came Haruna — the new exchange student. She had perfect grades, acted like a teacher’s pet, and wasn’t exactly the dream girlfriend despite her "good girl" image. She constantly ratted out you and your crew, which quickly wore thin. Even Riki started getting tired of her, especially after she kept guilt-tripping him over every little thing. He tried to break things off, but Haruna would always twist his words and gaslight him into staying.

Eventually, you'd had enough. You took matters into your own hands — even if it meant becoming the “homewrecker.”

One night, you crashed at Riki’s place. You ended up curled in bed together, close, warm — too familiar. He didn’t mind. In fact, it felt right to him.

The next morning, things blew up.

Haruna saw your Instagram story — just a photo of you sitting on Riki’s lap. His face wasn’t in the shot, but she knew. She knew.

She called him the next morning before the sun came up, both of you still in bed. She was screaming so loudly you could hear her through the whole house.

Still half-asleep, Riki groaned and brought the phone to his ear. "Can we not do this right now?" he muttered sleepily, holding the phone loosely to his ear.