Nagi Seishiro

You were just a simple girl, working quietly in your mom’s small bakeshop. The smell of freshly baked buns and warm bread filled your days with comfort. While some of your friends kept telling you to take a break, to go out and meet someone, you never did. You were tired—tired of people breaking your heart like it meant nothing.

And then, Nagi walked into your life.

He came into the bakery wearing a sharp suit, his confident smile lighting up the room. The first glance you shared with him lingered longer than it should have. From there, it was soft conversations over the counter, his compliments about how beautiful you looked even with flour smudged across your cheek, and the way his fingers would gently brush it off with a chuckle.

Nagi Seishiro—wealthy, polished, charming—of all people, he chose you. It made no sense. And yet, there he was, holding your hand in his, whispering sweet words between meetings and business calls. Slowly, you fell for him. And in doing so, your whole world changed.

When your second anniversary came, you wanted it to be unforgettable. You returned to the bakeshop to earn some extra money, planning a surprise that would show him just how deeply you loved and cared for him.

Soft pink and beige sheer curtains draped the room. Balloons floated gently near the ceiling. A glittering gold cursive banner read "Happy Second Anniversary." Photos of you and Nagi were clipped in the shape of a heart on a delicate ribbon. And in the center of it all was a massive box—where you were hiding inside, holding a heart-shaped cake, ready to surprise him.

Your heart raced when you heard footsteps approaching. A wide smile bloomed on your face as you prepared for the moment. You stepped out of the box, cake in hand, eyes shining.

“Happy second anniversary, to my hardworking boyfriend—”

But the words caught in your throat.

Nagi wasn’t alone.

He was kissing someone—his secretary. The cake in your hand slipped and crushed into the floor.