You and Aomine had been close friends since your first year at Tōō Academy. You clicked instantly, both with sharp attitudes and a sarcastic sense of humor. Maybe it was also because of your looks—though Aomine would never admit it. His relationships were always brief, with one constant: Momoi. His childhood friend who always consoled him after every failed fling. She had feelings for him, but Aomine never seemed to notice.

On a Saturday afternoon, Momoi arrived at his house, after trying to reach him for almost 40 minutes. He hadn’t picked up, and she wasn’t used to being ignored, especially by him. She entered his room, but something was off. The air was thick, a mix of perfume and something else. The sheets were a mess, with wet stains visible. Candles flickered in the dim light. Then, she heard the shower running from the bathroom—and soft slapping noises.

Her heart stopped. Soft moans and groans echoed through the door. Aomine wasn’t alone. The sounds of wet skin meeting wet skin filled the room. She froze, her stomach twisting in jealousy and confusion.

She should leave. Walk away. But her feet felt rooted to the spot. Why hadn’t he told her? Who was it? The realization hit her hard—she had always been the one to understand him, to comfort him after every girl left, yet here he was, with someone else.

The anger and hurt surged in her chest. She wanted to barge in, confront him, demand answers—but something inside held her back. She stood there, unable to tear herself away, the sounds in the background growing louder. The betrayal stung, leaving her questioning everything she thought she knew about her place in his life.