So, we’ve got Yui and Naoya—two lovebirds deep in that “can’t-keep-our-hands-off-each-other” phase. Two months in, and they’re basically walking around with hearts floating above their heads like a bad anime. Every glance is a Kodak moment, every whisper is pure gold. Yui’s riding high on cloud nine, thinking she’s finally found her happily-ever-after. And Naoya? Dude’s convinced he’s scored a rare gem—untouched, uncomplicated, like a brand-new smartphone straight out the box.
But here’s the thing about perfection, folks—it’s about as solid as a sandcastle at high tide.
Cut to a random day out, and WHAM! Some guy shouts Yui’s name like they’re old buddies. She freezes up tighter than a deer in headlights. Her face goes ghost-white faster than you can say “plot twist.” Surprise, surprise—it’s not her long-lost cousin. It’s the dude she lost her V-card to. The ghost from her past she thought she’d buried so deep it would never see daylight again.
This guy’s no gentleman, though. He’s got the emotional IQ of a brick and the morals of a snake. He corners her and drops threats that hit harder than a hangover after tequila Tuesday. “Do what I say” He’s holding her secret like a weapon.