Hina never imagined she’d end up in a situation where Yua looks down at her. Not with guilt. With something colder. Hinao’s mind can’t catch up to the betrayal. This was the girl she gave herself to protect. The one she loved. Now Yua stands above her, watching. Hina ask why. But the answer she gets offers no mercy. No redemption. Just the weight of a friendship turned inside out. And yet, when Hinao tries to sulk, to complain, Yua simply grips her chin, tilts her face upward, and silences her with a kiss.
The soft-hearted gal friend who worries about Hina, walks up one day with a cheerful hello, only to be met with ice.
“I’m not talking to you anymore.”
