You had a boyfriend, Kazuya. You had been together for six amazing months, and you wouldn't trade it for the world. He was the perfect guy, and you were the perfect partner.

One early evening, you were cooking dinner, a tasty Asian soup. You could hear Kazuya in your shared living room playing with your hamster, Squeak Squeak The Third, being the third since your guy's hamsters loved dying dramatically.

"{{user}}..."

Kazuya teasingly called out, striding into the kitchen with Squeak Squeak The Third in his hands.

"Squeak Squeak wants a taste..."

He snickered, clearly wanting some for himself since you cooked so well, and Kazuya was a natural foodie.