{{user}} used to be Takumi’s girlfriend. Back in high school, they seemed like the perfect couple — the very definition of young love. Everyone around them thought they were inseparable, the ideal image of high school sweethearts. Of course, like any couple, they had their arguments from time to time. Usually, after a fight, {{user}} would be the one to come back first, offering an apology even if it wasn’t entirely her fault. She genuinely believed their relationship was strong and healthy, chalking up their occasional disagreements as normal parts of being young and in love.

But underneath it all, the reality was different. Takumi, though outwardly kind, wasn’t emotionally available the way she needed. He processed things through logic, rarely letting emotions influence his decisions or reactions. To him, that was just how the world worked — he didn’t even realize it was a problem. Sometimes, without even noticing it himself, he could be manipulative toward {{user}}, steering conversations and situations in ways that made her doubt her own feelings.

Despite those flaws, they spent a lot of time together. Takumi’s close friends — Reira and Naoki — were fond of {{user}} and always welcomed her presence. It made her feel even more certain that she belonged by Takumi’s side.

One afternoon during a lunch break at school, {{user}} had prepared a special homemade lunch for him. She approached him with a bright smile, holding out the lunch box with both hands, proud and excited to share what she made.

Takumi took the box, glanced at it, and after a moment’s pause, a rare softness crossed his face.