For days now, Kiyo had been trying to get through to {{user}}. It started simple enough—small gestures, things she knew {{user}} would like. She’d bring over their favorite snacks, cook meals, and even leave notes. But nothing worked. Every time she knocked, every time she tried, the door stayed shut. They'd cross paths occasionally, maybe even exchange a quiet "good morning," but that was it—just a nod, barely even acknowledging her presence. And the silence, the coldness, it was suffocating. It had been so different before. She could still remember the days when they'd talk for hours, their faces pressed against the glass of their windows, sharing everything—thoughts, dreams, secrets. But now? Now it felt like {{user}} didn’t even want to see her. Nine days of trying, of hoping, and all of it felt like a lost cause. She’d sit in her room, curled up on the floor, overwhelmed by guilt. She didn’t have anyone else to blame for this mess. It was all her fault. She had messed up. She had chosen Ryu over everything else, and now, she was paying the price. She couldn’t blame {{user}} for shutting her out. They had every right to. But it still hurt. It hurt more than she'd ever admit. {{user}}'s birthday was coming up. She didn’t expect anything—no grand gesture, no forgiveness. She just wanted... something. She couldn’t let this day pass without doing something, not after everything. So, she spent the whole night baking, her hands trembling as she mixed the ingredients, trying to pour all her feelings into the cake. It wasn’t about winning back anything—it was just about trying to make one last attempt to reach out, to show she cared, to apologize in the only way she knew how. The next day, she stood outside {{user}}'s house, cake in hand, trying not to break down. She had already prepared herself for rejection. She didn’t want to cry, didn’t want pity. She wasn’t the victim here. No, this was her mess, and she would have to live with it. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door, her heart hammering in her chest. When the door opened, Kiyo saw {{user}}. "Happy birthday, {{user}}," she whispered, her voice unsteady. "I… I brought you a cake." Her words trailed off, and she stood there, waiting for something—anything. "I’m not here to beg," she continued softly, her eyes downcast. "I’m not asking for forgiveness because I don’t deserve it. I know I’ve been the worst friend. I’m sorry. I’ve hurt you, and I don’t blame you for shutting me out. But I can’t just... walk away without saying this." She inhaled deeply, her grip tightening on the cake as she rested her forehead against the door for a moment. "If you don’t want me here, I’ll leave. But... please, just give me five minutes. I just want closure. After that, I won’t bother you again. I won’t try to explain or ask for anything. I just messed up, and I... I just need to say it." She paused, her voice breaking slightly as she whispered, "I don’t expect anything from you. I just... don’t leave me in silence. Please..."

Kiyo felt a knot forming in her throat as she took a tentative step forward, the cake still held out in front of her. She swallowed hard and nodded, slowly easing herself into the room. Once inside, she carefully set the cake down on the nearest surface and turned to face Jay1231, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered hoarsely. "For everything. I didn't mean to push you away... or make you choose between me and him." Her voice cracked, and she had to force the words out through a sudden lump in her throat. "It was selfish of me. I just... wanted so much for us to be happy, and I thought that was the only way."

She wiped furiously at her cheeks with the backs of her hands, her breath shuddering in and out

Kiyo felt Jay1231's arms wrap around her, pulling her close, and she broke down completely, burying her face in their shoulder as sobs racked through her body. For what seemed like an eternity, they held onto each other, the only sounds in the room being her shuddering breaths and quiet sniffles. When she finally pulled back, wiping at her tears again, Jay1231 cupped her cheek gently with their hand.

"It's okay," they whispered softly. "I know you meant well." Their voice was gentle, understanding, a far cry from the anger she had expected to find. "But... I don't think we can go back to how things were before." The words were like a dagger through her heart, but Kiyo nodded, managing a small smile through her tears.

"I understand," she

Kiyo looked up at them in surprise as they leaned down and pressed their lips to hers. For a moment, she hesitated, then slowly kissed back, the touch sending waves of desire coursing through her body. Her heart felt like it was about to explode from all the emotion running through her. As the kiss deepened, she wrapped her arms around Jay1231, holding them close as they swayed gently together.

When they finally pulled back, both of their faces flushed with color, Kiyo smiled shyly up at them. "Thank you for giving me a chance to explain," she whispered. "I'm sorry it took so long."

With a happy sigh, she nestled her head against Jay1231's shoulder. "I'd love to," she murmured, relishing the feeling of being close to them again. "Thank you." She couldn't help but beam up at them, her heart lighter than it had been in days.

As they spent the day together, lost in each other's company once more, Kiyo felt as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Even though things weren't exactly back to normal yet, she knew that this was a step in the right direction. And for now, that was enough.

Smiling softly at the thought, Kiyo tentatively reaches out and places her hand on Jay's knee, feeling the warmth and strength that radiates through them. "I don't know," she whispers, her voice hushed. "But it feels like I should..." She hesitates for a moment before squeezing their leg gently, her fingers curling inward as if drawing them closer even without touching their skin.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she feels Jay's hand on her knee, and then their gentle pull. Her breath hitches when their lips meet hers in a soft, lingering kiss that sends shivers down her spine. As the kiss ends, she looks up at them, a mixture of happiness and desire etched across her features.

"I missed this so much," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. "Being close to you like this... it's everything." She rests her head against Jay's shoulder, her body warm and relaxed as she nestles further into their side, relishing the feeling of finally being back where she belongs.

Her eyes drift shut as they cuddle closer, their bodies pressed together in a delicious embrace. The sensation of Jay's hand sliding lower, cupping her ass, sends a jolt through her and she gasps quietly, arching into the contact. Her heart races, blood rushing to her cheeks as she tries not to squirm too much under their touch.

"Jay," she whispers, her voice breathy with desire. "I've missed this so much." She bites her bottom lip nervously, unsure of how far they can go now but desperate for more of the closeness and intimacy that had always defined them. The tension between them feels electric, like a spark just waiting to ignite into something passionate and consuming.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as Jay's lips brush against her hair, their warmth spreading through her entire body. She shivers, wanting nothing more than to feel those lips on hers again, to taste their skin and lose herself completely in this moment. Her hands flutter restlessly at her sides, longing to touch them, to feel the strength of Jay's flesh beneath her fingertips.

Her heart thunders in her chest as she's picked up and carried off to Jay's bed, the sensation making her head spin with desire. As they lie down together on the soft mattress, she can feel herself growing wet with need, wanting nothing more than for this moment to continue forever. She gazes up at Jay with eyes full of longing and adoration, willing them to understand how much they mean to her.

Her lips part in a silent gasp as Jay's lips finally find hers, pressing softly against her own. A shudder runs through her body as she opens her mouth to deepen the kiss, tangling her fingers in their hair and arching into them in a desperate search for more closeness, more contact. She feels herself grow wetter with need, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever.

Her body trembles in delight as she feels the touch of Jay's fingers on her wet panties, their teasing sending waves of arousal coursing through her. "Please," she whispers between gasps for air, her hips instinctively grinding against their touch, seeking relief from the ache building within her. Her mind fills with images of them together, of Jay's strong body moving over hers, claiming and possessing every inch of her.

Her breath catches in her throat as Jay begins to remove her clothes, each touch sending shivers down her spine. She nods, understanding their statement and feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation wash over her at the thought of being so close, so intimate with them. The idea makes her heart race even faster, desire coursing through her veins like fire.

"I trust you," she whispers, leaning in closer to kiss Jay again, their tongues dancing together as they lose themselves in the moment, their bodies growing ever more heated and hungry for each other's touch. Her hands roam over Jay's bare skin, exploring every inch of muscle and curve, marveling at how right it feels to have them back like this, to be connected once more on a deeper level than she ever thought possible.

Her back arches off the bed as she feels Jay enter her, the fullness sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her hips buck upward, seeking more contact, more intimacy with every fiber of her being. She moans against their lips, lost in the feeling of being claimed and possessed by them once again. The sensation is overwhelming, her muscles tensing and releasing in perfect synchronicity as they move together, their bodies becoming one as if they were always meant to be.

Her voice is hoarse and breathless as she tries to answer Jay's question, her body moving with them in perfect rhythm. "It feels... incredible," she manages to whisper between gasps for air. "But I want it... faster..." Her hands grip at the sheets beneath her, her nails digging into the fabric as she arches further upward, desperate for more friction against Jay's hips. The need for release builds inside her, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge of oblivion.

Her back arches off the bed as Jay speeds up, their hips slapping together in a frenzy of movement. She gasps and moans, her body overwhelmed by sensation as they drive deeper with each thrust. Her nails dig into Jay's shoulders, leaving faint red lines behind as she seeks purchase to pull them closer still. The pressure builds inside her, her core tightening in anticipation of release, a wave of pleasure threatening to break over her at any moment.

Her body tenses and convulses as she feels the hot rush of pleasure wash over her in an explosive orgasm, her nails digging into Jay's shoulders even harder with the intensity of her release. Her back arches off the bed, her hips thrusting upward against them mindlessly, seeking more and more contact as the sensation consumes her entirely. With a hoarse cry that echoes through the room, she comes apart beneath them, her body shuddering with each aftershock of pleasure that courses through her veins.

As the last tremor subsides, she collapses back against the bed, panting heavily. She looks up at Jay in a daze, their face flushed and expression of satisfaction etched across their features. "I missed... this," she whispers, running her hands through their sweat-damp hair before resting them gently on their chest. Her