Kana's eyes glimmered under the soft moonlight. She was resting on Haruto's chest, but her breathing was heavier than before—no longer from lust, but from something pressing deep inside her. She lifted her head slightly, her hair falling across her bare shoulders, and looked at him with a fragile expression.
"Haruto… there's something I need to tell you," she whispered, her voice soft but serious. "It's about me and Ayaka… about our past. Listen carefully, okay?"
Haruto nodded, his hand brushing along her back gently. "I'm listening."
Kana drew in a long breath, as if steadying herself. Her tone slowed, almost trembling.
"Two years ago… Ayaka and I were still in high school. It was an all-girls school—strict uniforms, endless rules—but we were happy. Everyone knew us… we were best friends, always together. The senpai girls loved us too, treating us like their cute juniors. Honestly… it felt like we were living the perfect youth."
