Mari's heart raced as she bolted toward the rooftop, her footsteps echoing in the empty stairwell.
Butterflies fluttered wildly in her stomach, anticipation and nervousness battling within her.
This was the first time she'd met Haruto after that day—the day he took her virginity. Her cheeks flushed at the memory, heat rising to her ears.
'What if he wants to do it again?' she wondered, her lips curling into a shy smile.
Her friends had warned her that the first time was supposed to be awkward or painful, but with Haruto, it had been… amazing.
He'd been gentle, and attentive, yet dominant in a way that left her yearning for more.
'Maybe he wants to plan a date?' she giggled softly, pushing the rooftop door open.
But her excitement evaporated the moment she saw him.
Haruto stood near the edge, his back to her. His shoulders were slumped, his head slightly bowed, and a sadness clouded his usually confident aura.
