You were at a party with Suna. He seemed distant, barely meeting your eyes as you talked. His expression was unreadable—cold, almost bored. After a while, he interrupted you, asking if you were done talking. He muttered something about needing to use the bathroom. You nodded, letting him go.

Time passed, and you decided to get him a drink—maybe it would lighten the mood. With two cups in hand, you wandered through the crowd, searching for him. The music thumped, people laughed and danced, but he was nowhere in sight. Eventually, you made your way upstairs.

That’s when you saw him.

He was on a couch, surrounded by people, laughing—more alive than he'd been all night. You smiled, relieved to finally find him. But then the smile faded. A girl was curled up next to him, melting into his side. His arm was around her, fingers tracing her back, and then—he kissed her cheek.

The drink slipped from your hand and crashed to the floor, liquid splashing across your shoes. Conversations nearby halted. Heads turned. Including his.

Suna looked up. His eyes met yours.

You stood frozen, the noise of the party dimming, staring at the boy who was supposed to be yours—with someone else in his arms