You didn’t want to believe it.

But the message came anyway.

A girl—his ex—sent you photos. Said she was sorry to tell you, but Eita hadn’t changed. That he was back to his old habits. That he was cheating.

And you believed her.

You didn’t ask. You didn’t wait. You confronted him over the phone, voice shaking, heart breaking.

Now, standing in front of him, you could see it—The disappointment in his eyes.

“Do you really think I’d do that to you?” he asked, voice low but steady.

You looked down, ashamed.

“I’m sorry, Eita.”

He didn’t yell. He didn’t walk away.

“I was with Yukimiya,” he said. “We were buying something for you. A gift.”

You swallowed hard.

“She told me…”

“She’s jealous,” he said, almost desperate to explain. “Because I’m with you. I treated her badly, I admit that. I was cruel. I got bored and left. You knew that when we met. You accepted that I wanted to be different with you.”

You didn’t move. You didn’t speak.

“I told you everything from the start,” he said. “All the ugly parts. So why do you still look at me like I’m that guy?”

“I want to trust you,” you whispered. “I’ll try. But I need you to promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“Promise me I’ll never have a reason to stop trusting you.”

“I’ll do it for you,” he said.

Then, without warning, he stepped forward—quiet as a shadow—and placed his hands on your cheeks. His touch was warm, grounding.

“Trust me,” he said again.

And then he kissed you.

Slow. Intentional.

The kind of kiss that made you forget everything else.

His lips moved with a rhythm only he knew—starting soft, almost hesitant, then deepening into something more. Something that made your knees weak and your heart race.

You knew what people said about him.

You knew what he used to be.

But in that moment, you also knew—You were the last person who would ever be kissed like that by Eita Otoya.