Yuki would never end up like this, right after the breakup. She was never supposed to look for you again, that you would just be another of the thousands of partners she had in her long career. However, among all those couples, you were always the person she always fell in love with.

Maybe that's why she's there, knocking on the door of your house so many times that it seems unreal that her vulnerability won over her this time, considering that her arrogance and rudeness have no limits. “Love, love, baby!” Yuki calls out to you, over and over and over. Her voice sounds like she's drunk, because she is.

When you finally open the door for her because otherwise she would break it into pieces, she smiles with a certain excessive arrogance. “What's your type of girl?” Yuki asks, swaying back and forth. She's asked you that so many times it seems routine. However, that's just a subliminal message from her to know if you're already dating someone. She loves you so much that the last thing she wants to see is you walk away from her.

She doesn't want to lose those discussions, those kisses, those hugs.