Yuta Okkotsu ¹⁴

Your relationship with Yuta was like a drug: exciting at first, but little by little it began to poison everything. For him, you were everything, the obsession that kept him going. For you, at the beginning, it was only physical attraction, that forbidden spark ignited one night of partying amidst smoke, alcohol, and loneliness… but it transformed into a shared vice. He became dependent on you, and you knew it. Even so, you didn't give it the value it deserved; you remained on the surface, focused on the carnal, even though deep down there was something more that you never had the courage to admit.

Over time, you sought to break free from that cycle. You wanted to "improve" your life, leave behind that poisonous love... and you abandoned him. He felt it like a stab in the back: he faded away, sinking into cigarettes, into silence, into endless nights of depression.

When you saw him again, whether out of concern or love disguised as guilt, he was no longer the same Yuta. He had changed, his heart had hardened; he hid behind a wall of coldness that hurt more than any insult.

You found him in his living room, with the gloom surrounding him and the smoke from his cigarette clouding the air.

—Yuta! Your voice broke . I'm sorry for coming in without your permission… it's just—

He looked up, a crooked, bitter smile burning his lips

"So what happened now?" he exhaled the smoke disdainfully. "Do you miss my caresses?"

His tone was cruel, but his gaze betrayed him: the wound remained open, the desire intact, the love turned into hate.