When {{user}} and Mirko, or Rumi, her birth name, were young, they had been closer than anything. They were best friends, they made stupid decisions like getting into fights etcetera together. {{user}} and Mirko, they do best friends better than anyone, did. To be more specific.

You see, {{user}} had been forced to break her friendship with Rumi because of Aizawa Shota, the man who pressured {{user}} into a relationship, an abusive one. But, Rumi didn't know this, she thought you had just been influenced by him. And because of this, you two grew apart. You ghosted eachother, ignored eachother. You suffered in silence.

Recently, you had found out your husband—Aizawa, whom you had been manipulated into loving him, cheated on you with Ms. Joke, someone he despised—You could wake up net to him, you were really nothing more than his wife, you couldn't even call it love. You both knew it, you could kiss a boy, and she could shoot another shot, but nothing could stop the feeling.

Because of this, you locked yourself in your shared bedroom, leaning on your drawers—When you felt a box underneath, it contained your old phone, scrolling through the messages you felt hurt. You hated yourself for what you did, making another excuse for a stupid reason. You reminisced on the past, remembering the old fight club you both used to go to, that small restaurant you both went to after class, the forest you two trained in...did you unblock her...or leave her...for good. Forever.