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When old flame ignited, many untold
secrets of the past were unfolded.
The moment they reunited, he
instantly seized her in his grasp.
The lost bond returned as their
love grew...
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Next day, Their penthouse..
Third Person's POV
The warm weekend sun filtered through the curtains of Kana's bedroom, casting a soft glow over the room as she and Sakura lay sprawled across the floor, giggling and chatting. Their carefree laughter filled the space until the faint murmur of voices outside caught Kana's attention.
Curious, Kana pushed herself up and tiptoed toward the door, motioning for Sakura to follow. The two best friends pressed their faces to the small gap of the door, their wide eyes peering through.
There, in the hallway, stood (Y/N) and Izana, sharing a brief but tender kiss goodbye. Izana, with his usual composed demeanor, adjusted his coat before stepping out the front door, leaving (Y/N) behind with a soft smile. The sight made Kana's nose wrinkle in distaste, her eyes narrowing.
Without a word, she silently closed the door and made her way to her backpack. Sakura, noticing the strange behavior, furrowed her brows.
"Kana-chan, what are you doing?" she asked.
Kana didn't respond, her mind already at work. She moved quickly to her backpack, rummaging through it with purpose. Sakura crawled over, watching with growing confusion.
"Seriously, Kana-chan, what are you up to?"
Kana's fingers continued to sift through the contents of her backpack-magazines, half-empty water bottles, a random collection of pens-but anything that didn't fit the scheme brewing in her mind was taken out.
She snapped her fingers, eyes gleaming. "Sacchan, go snatch one of my mom's coats."
Sakura blinked, wide-eyed. "H-Huh? Are you telling me to steal?"
Kana sighed dramatically, her tone dripping with exasperation. "No, dummy! We're just borrowing it. I'll return it later, promise."
"But...taking it without permission is still-"
"Sacchan, we're running out of time!" Kana hissed. Her urgency crackled in the air, and for a moment, Sakura hesitated, chewing on her lip nervously. But when Kana turned and gave her a pointed look, there was no room left for argument.
With a small, reluctant nod, Sakura stood up, glancing cautiously toward the door. She slipped silently out of the bedroom. Her heart thumped in her chest like a drum as she crept down the hallway.
The soft clatter of dishes in the kitchen drew her attention, and she froze for a second. (Y/N) was in the kitchen, preoccupied with cleaning up. Sakura's pulse quickened. If (Y/N) noticed her now, it would all be over.
Summoning her courage, Sakura tiptoed past the kitchen, praying (Y/N) wouldn't turn around. The tension in the air felt heavy as she finally reached the adults' room. With a swift but careful hand, she nudged the door open and slipped inside. Her eyes darted around the room, scanning for where (Y/N) might have left one of her coats.
