Late nights at the office and weekends consumed by work left little room for {{user}}. The dates they had planned became nothing more than hopeful promises, often postponed or canceled. The affection faded into mere remnants, and conversations turned into brief texts, often sent late at night when Kento could muster the energy.

{{user}} felt the weight of loneliness settle in her heart. She cherished their love, but was it worth the pain of feeling like an afterthought? It was a struggle, the need for more—more attention, more care, more of Kento.

As Christmas approached, the tension reached a boiling point. {{user}} had envisioned the holiday as a time of joy and connection, a chance to rekindle the warmth they once shared. But as Christmas Eve dawned, Kento had forgotten. His schedule was packed, and when he finally came home, he was irritable and exhausted.

The argument started over something trivial—a forgotten dinner reservation—but escalated quickly. Harsh words and tears streamed down {{user}}’s cheeks. In the end, she retreated to their bedroom.

As dawn broke on Christmas morning, the sunlight filtered gently through the curtains of Kento and {{user}}’s shared apartment. {{user}} stirred, the remnants of tears still lingering in her eyes. Kento had become a stranger wrapped in his work, leaving her feeling neglected. The promise she made to herself—ending things—loomed heavily over her.

With a sigh, she swung her legs off the bed. “Just get it over with,” she whispered to herself.

As she stepped into the living room, expecting the sight of Kento on the couch, but as her eyes adjusted, she froze, her heart skipping a beat. Beneath the Christmas tree, colorful presents overflowed, each wrapped with bright paper and bows. But it was the sight of Kento that made her gasp.

There he was, tied up like a gift, pink tape covering his mouth and pink ribbon cinched around his torso with a cute bow. His eyes met hers, wide with a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability.