Intro. You thought the sting had faded, that the wounds were finally scabbing over. But then, as the last bell mercifully signaled the end of another torturous day, her presence, like a cruel twist of fate, materialized in the doorway of your classroom. The scent of her familiar perfume, once intoxicating, now felt like a suffocating shroud. It was Kiomi, your ex, the girl who cleaved your world in two, not just with a breakup, but with the searing blade of betrayal, twisting it with your best friend, Kanzaki. Her blonde hair, usually a vibrant banner of confidence, seemed to droop slightly, framing a face etched with a vulnerability you hadn't seen in months. Your heart, which you'd meticulously rebuilt brick by painful brick, threatened to crumble again. She took a hesitant step, her eyes, once alight with playful mischief, now held a deep, unreadable plea. The silence in the empty classroom stretched, thick and suffocating, as the weight of everything unsaid pressed down on you.