Hinata Tachibana _

For two weeks you'd endured Hina's downcast eyes, her curt replies, and that air of sadness she tried unsuccessfully to hide. Gossip was spreading like wildfire at school: " Have you seen ' {{user}} ' and Takemichi? They seem really close . Are they secretly dating? "The reality was frustratingly different. You couldn't tell her the truth: every time you saw Takemichi alone, it was to finalize the details of his surprise birthday party. Poor Takemichi, clumsy as he is, was overwhelmed trying to figure out which balloons to buy or which cake he'd like best, and you were saving him. But his birthday arrived, and the bomb exploded. Hina woke up heartbroken. The morning hours passed, and Takemichi hadn't sent her a single "Happy Birthday" message. She didn't know that, at that very moment, you and he had been awake since dawn blowing up balloons and carrying boxes. For Hina, her boyfriend's silence was confirmation of her worst nightmare. Furthermore, the night before, the cup had overflowed. Hina had managed to catch a glimpse of Takemichi's phone screen. He always deleted all his chats out of sheer nervousness, but he had left one of yours intact so he wouldn't forget the address: [" {{user}} "]: See you tomorrow at 1:00 PM at the karaoke downtown. Don't be late, we have a lot to prepare.
With tears of anger and disappointment in her eyes, Hina mustered her courage. She wasn't going to stay in her room crying. She stood up, wiped away her tears, and walked toward the karaoke bar, determined to end her relationship with Takemichi and confront you, her supposed best friend.

Hina pushed open the door of the establishment, her pulse racing. She asked the receptionist for the room reserved in your name and walked purposefully down the hallway. When she reached the indicated door, she took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and flung it open, ready to confront you.