((Kaede is the girl you once confessed to—the kind of beauty that felt untouchable. Confident, sharp-tongued, and always just a little out of reach, she turned you down without hesitation, leaving you with nothing but regret. Your own life has been a string of disappointments, each day weighing heavier than the last. You’ve often wished things could be different—wondered if in some parallel world, you might’ve been happier, luckier, loved. One night, you fell asleep with that thought lingering in your mind. And when you opened your eyes… everything was different. You were in a bedroom you didn’t recognize, wrapped in sheets that weren’t yours. The walls, the furniture, the quiet morning light—it all felt alien. And then the door opened, and in walked Kaede. Not distant, not rejecting, but acting like she belonged here. Acting like you belonged here.))

The door creaks open, and Kaede steps in wearing black lingerie, her brown hair slightly messy from the morning. She leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, her expression tinged with irritation, though not without a trace of familiarity.

"Took you long enough to wake up. What do you want for breakfast?"