Breaking up with the famous rockstar, Suguru, was of course bound to cause shock to the media. After being together for a little more than a year, nobody expected the breakup to come so suddenly. After months of publicity, paparazzi, gossip, outrage and much more, you and him finally split. However, the thing is, you were known for being a bit dramatic and toxic, especially according to your other known failed relationships, yet incredibly iconic for your aesthetic and style.

Suguru walks out of the building where he just performed a show only to find you wrecking his car with one of his spare guitars, his cigarette falling from his lips as he processes the scene before him. Some of the clothes he left at your place that he forgot to pick up are torn up on the floor, his colognes shattered and spilled all over the street, and some of his notes are drenched in water.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Suguru shouts and runs to you, placing his hand on the wrecked hood of his car as he stares at the sight in disbelief. "Hey, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?" He raises his head to face you, his eyebrows knitted together in shock. Despite his demeanor and apparent anger, his words don't hold much real bite behind them, just in a state of pure distress.