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omggg why won’t anyone tell y/n what’s up😭😭 ik it’s not their place to tell her but if I was y/n i’d crash out if everyone seems to know but know one’s saying anything

rightttt like ugh what the hell author

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idk if this makes sense but i think mona is definitely kuni's FIRST love but y/n is definitely his first LOVE ykwimmmm LMAO I HOPE THAT MAKES SENSEE mona was his first gf yeah yeahhh but the way he loves y/n seems so much more genuine and deep

oh yea definitely! i got to experience both so i can tell u, kuni loved the two in such different ways

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Think of this. Kuni goes out with us to talk and everything, and because we're mad at him we tell him that there's another person in our life... (clearly a lie) And he thinks it's Kaz🤫

that’s a nice idea but i don’t think i want to prolong it like that! the smau already burned slow enough 😭

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⟳ 31. BLUR

God, did you taste good.

Kuni felt lightheaded as the kiss lingered. He wasn’t sure if it was the liqour or the sheer, dizzying high of kissing your lips again. You didn’t kiss him back. Couldn’t. But that didn’t make it any less intoxicating. For a fleeting second, it felt like he was weightless. Like he’d touched something he wasn’t supposed to anymore.

Then your lips slipped away from his, and the moment ended as quickly as it began.

The world spun slower when you collapsed into his arms. Your breath had fanned against his collarbone, light and shallow.

You were still in his hold when Ajax carefully ushered the two of you away from the crowd to somewhere less dense with people. Kaz followed behind, moving in an attempt to assist you but Kuni didn’t let go of his hold on you. Even when drunk, he held you with a grip that didn’t shake, like letting go would shatter him more than the alcohol ever could.

“Dude,” Ajax had muttered, voice low but sharp. “I brought you here to talk to her. Talk, not—”

Kaz had stepped in behind him, jaw clenched as he stared at the way you curled into Kuni’s chest, asleep, vulnerable, unaware of everything.

“She’s knocked out cold,” Kaz had said, a beat of concern slipping under the dryness of his tone. “You’re wasted if you thought that doing that was a good idea.”

Kuni stayed silent.

He had kept his arms around you, gaze lowered, steady but unreadable. His throat bobbed when he swallowed, hard.

“I’ll take her home,” Kaz had offered after a pause, reaching to pull you gently away.

Kuni flinched. “No.”

“What?”

“I’ll take her.”

Kaz’s brow had lifted, skeptical. “You can’t drive.”

“I’m not driving,” he slurred slightly.

“Kuni—”

“Take her to my place,” he said, firm this time. His voice dipped, less steady, more raw. “I’m coming with her.”

Ajax had hesitated. He put an arm on Kuni’s shoulder, pulled slightly in an attempt for him to let go of you. “You can’t stay alone with her like this.”

“I won’t lay a hand on her,” he said, meeting Ajax’s gaze for the first time. His words weren’t defensive. They were quiet. Honest. Like a promise. “I just… Let me be with her.”

“Kuni…” Ajax breathed out. Kuni held his gaze. Ajax removed his hand on his best friend’s shoulder in defeat.

Kaz scoffed, voice tight. “You can’t be serious—”

“Please.” Kuni looked at the two men in front. Their silhouettes were blurry, but he put on a serious expression and looked them in the eye.

There’d been a beat of silence between all of them.

Ajax looked at Kaz. Kaz looked at you. Then back at him, still holding you like he was scared you’d vanish.

Finally, Kaz had sighed. “Fine. I’ll drive.”

The car ride had been quiet. The kind of quiet that buzzed beneath his skin.

Your head had rested against the seat, eyes shut, breath even. Kaz had driven with tight hands on the wheel, eyes fixed on the road, like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

No one had spoken until they reached Kuni’s place.

Kaz assisted in carrying you inside, careful not to jostle you. You stirred once, murmured something under your breath, but didn’t wake. They laid you down on the bed, and Kuni put a pillow under your head.

You looked peaceful. Too peaceful for the way his chest was burning.

“Her dress reeks. And it looks uncomfortable to sleep in,” Kaz stated.

Kuni continued to stare at your figure in contemplation. As if he made a decision in his head, he nodded and moved slowly to grab a shirt from his wardrobe.

“I’ll change her clothes.” Kuni walked to open his bedroom door and gestured for his friend to leave the room. Kaz furrowed his brows, not keen on leaving the task to Kuni, but sighed and understood that it had to be the other.

After what felt like forever to Kaz, the door finally opened again, revealing Kuni and your figure still sleeping soundly on the bed, clothes changed.

Kaz lingered by the door, hand on the frame. He observed you with a mix of a wistful and worried expression. “I’m not leaving her alone with you until you sober up.”

Kuni walked to the kitchen, rummaging through drawers. “I’m sobered up enough.”

Kaz didn’t reply. Just stood there, still staring at you. Kuni grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and downed all of it.

Neither of them spoke. A long silence filled the air. Kuni simply watched the other carefully. As if sensing his friend’s scrutiny, Kaz turned and faced him. Kuni didn’t talk. He looked the other in the eye with a conflicted expression.

Finally: “Do you love her?”

Kaz blinked. “What?”

Kuni leaned against the counter. His eyes were bloodshot, but his voice was steady. Low. “Do you love her?” he repeated.

Kaz exhaled. “That’s what this is about?”

He shrugged, eyes drifting to your still body on the couch. “You’ve been looking out for her. Talking to her. Being close. You fought with me because of her. So, yeah. I need to know.”

Kaz didn’t respond for a while. Kuni thought he wasn’t going to answer it until Kaz crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. “…When I first heard what happened, I was pissed at you. I didn’t know the full story—still don’t, honestly—but I saw how she looked after. Wrecked. Confused. Trying so hard to act like she wasn’t completely affected by it.”

Kuni stayed quiet.

Kaz continued, softer now, “At first, it was guilt. I just wanted to make sure she was okay, even though we barely knew each other. She needed a stranger who’d listen to her without judgement. But over a short time… I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy her company.”

There was a long pause.

“But no,” Kaz said finally. “I don’t love her. Not like that.”

His brow furrowed.

“I could’ve,” Kaz added, eyes trained on him. “If I didn’t know she still loved you.”

Those words hit harder than they should. He looked away again.

Silence engulfed them once again. When it broke, it was Kaz who did it this time.

Kaz asked, “What about you? Did you love her?”

Kuni didn’t hesitate.

“I did.”

A pause.

“Still do.”

Kaz straightened and stepped closer. “Then why’d you do that to her?”

“…I was scared,” Kuni admitted, voice low. “If I’d just had the guts to tell her everything earlier, maybe I wouldn’t have pushed her away.”

Kaz blinked, frowning. Confusion filled his face. “What do you mean pushed her away?”

“I started showing her how I felt without knowing if she even wanted that from me,” he murmured. “I kept hoping she’d just get it. That she’d stay.”

Kaz didn’t respond at first. The silence was thick until something seemed to click behind his eyes, confusion melting into understanding.

“Hey… are you even aware she saw you talking to Mona the day she came back?” he asked.

Kuni’s brow furrowed. “No. What does that have to—” He stopped. The realization hit like a slap.

Kaz let out a quiet, humorless chuckle at the confirmation. “That’s what I thought.” He shook his head. “You two really are the same. Both too scared to say what matters. You deserve each other.”

Kuni said nothing, staring off, the weight of everything Mona-related finally catching up to him. Regret flickered across his face.

Kaz hesitated. Then, without much ceremony, he rested a hand on Kuni’s shoulder, not quite comfort, but not distant either.

“But listen,” he said, tone gentler now. “She’s not just some girl you can keep on a leash. You don’t get to reel her in and push her away whenever it suits you.”

Kaz looked him in the eye.

“You can’t play guessing games with each other. If you’re gonna be in her life, Kuni, then be in it.”

Silence had filled the room one last time.

Kaz watched them both. Kuni staring at the floor like it held all the answers, you asleep, caught between peace and exhaustion.

“I’ll head out,” Kaz said, voice quiet now. “She’s safe. Just… don’t fuck this up again.”

The door had clicked shut behind him.

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⟳ 31. BLUR

God, did you taste good.

Kuni felt lightheaded as the kiss lingered. He wasn’t sure if it was the liqour or the sheer, dizzying high of kissing your lips again. You didn’t kiss him back. Couldn’t. But that didn’t make it any less intoxicating. For a fleeting second, it felt like he was weightless. Like he’d touched something he wasn’t supposed to anymore.

Then your lips slipped away from his, and the moment ended as quickly as it began.

The world spun slower when you collapsed into his arms. Your breath had fanned against his collarbone, light and shallow.

You were still in his hold when Ajax carefully ushered the two of you away from the crowd to somewhere less dense with people. Kaz followed behind, moving in an attempt to assist you but Kuni didn’t let go of his hold on you. Even when drunk, he held you with a grip that didn’t shake, like letting go would shatter him more than the alcohol ever could.

“Dude,” Ajax had muttered, voice low but sharp. “I brought you here to talk to her. Talk, not—”

Kaz had stepped in behind him, jaw clenched as he stared at the way you curled into Kuni’s chest, asleep, vulnerable, unaware of everything.

“She’s knocked out cold,” Kaz had said, a beat of concern slipping under the dryness of his tone. “You’re wasted if you thought that doing that was a good idea.”

Kuni stayed silent.

He had kept his arms around you, gaze lowered, steady but unreadable. His throat bobbed when he swallowed, hard.

“I’ll take her home,” Kaz had offered after a pause, reaching to pull you gently away.

Kuni flinched. “No.”

“What?”

“I’ll take her.”

Kaz’s brow had lifted, skeptical. “You can’t drive.”

“I’m not driving,” he slurred slightly.

“Kuni—”

“Take her to my place,” he said, firm this time. His voice dipped, less steady, more raw. “I’m coming with her.”

Ajax had hesitated. He put an arm on Kuni’s shoulder, pulled slightly in an attempt for him to let go of you. “You can’t stay alone with her like this.”

“I won’t lay a hand on her,” he said, meeting Ajax’s gaze for the first time. His words weren’t defensive. They were quiet. Honest. Like a promise. “I just… Let me be with her.”

“Kuni…” Ajax breathed out. Kuni held his gaze. Ajax removed his hand on his best friend’s shoulder in defeat.

Kaz scoffed, voice tight. “You can’t be serious—”

“Please.” Kuni looked at the two men in front. Their silhouettes were blurry, but he put on a serious expression and looked them in the eye.

There’d been a beat of silence between all of them.

Ajax looked at Kaz. Kaz looked at you. Then back at him, still holding you like he was scared you’d vanish.

Finally, Kaz had sighed. “Fine. I’ll drive.”

The car ride had been quiet. The kind of quiet that buzzed beneath his skin.

Your head had rested against the seat, eyes shut, breath even. Kaz had driven with tight hands on the wheel, eyes fixed on the road, like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

No one had spoken until they reached Kuni’s place.

Kaz assisted in carrying you inside, careful not to jostle you. You stirred once, murmured something under your breath, but didn’t wake. They laid you down on the bed, and Kuni put a pillow under your head.

You looked peaceful. Too peaceful for the way his chest was burning.

“Her dress reeks. And it looks uncomfortable to sleep in,” Kaz stated.

Kuni continued to stare at your figure in contemplation. As if he made a decision in his head, he nodded and moved slowly to grab a shirt from his wardrobe.

“I’ll change her clothes.” Kuni walked to open his bedroom door and gestured for his friend to leave the room. Kaz furrowed his brows, not keen on leaving the task to Kuni, but sighed and understood that it had to be the other.

After what felt like forever to Kaz, the door finally opened again, revealing Kuni and your figure still sleeping soundly on the bed, clothes changed.

Kaz lingered by the door, hand on the frame. He observed you with a mix of a wistful and worried expression. “I’m not leaving her alone with you until you sober up.”

Kuni walked to the kitchen, rummaging through drawers. “I’m sobered up enough.”

Kaz didn’t reply. Just stood there, still staring at you. Kuni grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and downed all of it.

Neither of them spoke. A long silence filled the air. Kuni simply watched the other carefully. As if sensing his friend’s scrutiny, Kaz turned and faced him. Kuni didn’t talk. He looked the other in the eye with a conflicted expression.

Finally: “Do you love her?”

Kaz blinked. “What?”

Kuni leaned against the counter. His eyes were bloodshot, but his voice was steady. Low. “Do you love her?” he repeated.

Kaz exhaled. “That’s what this is about?”

He shrugged, eyes drifting to your still body on the couch. “You’ve been looking out for her. Talking to her. Being close. You fought with me because of her. So, yeah. I need to know.”

Kaz didn’t respond for a while. Kuni thought he wasn’t going to answer it until Kaz crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. “…When I first heard what happened, I was pissed at you. I didn’t know the full story—still don’t, honestly—but I saw how she looked after. Wrecked. Confused. Trying so hard to act like she wasn’t completely affected by it.”

Kuni stayed quiet.

Kaz continued, softer now, “At first, it was guilt. I just wanted to make sure she was okay, even though we barely knew each other. She needed a stranger who’d listen to her without judgement. But over a short time… I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy her company.”

There was a long pause.

“But no,” Kaz said finally. “I don’t love her. Not like that.”

His brow furrowed.

“I could’ve,” Kaz added, eyes trained on him. “If I didn’t know she still loved you.”

Those words hit harder than they should. He looked away again.

Silence engulfed them once again. When it broke, it was Kaz who did it this time.

Kaz asked, “What about you? Did you love her?”

Kuni didn’t hesitate.

“I did.”

A pause.

“Still do.”

Kaz straightened and stepped closer. “Then why’d you do that to her?”

“…I was scared,” Kuni admitted, voice low. “If I’d just had the guts to tell her everything earlier, maybe I wouldn’t have pushed her away.”

Kaz blinked, frowning. Confusion filled his face. “What do you mean pushed her away?”

“I started showing her how I felt without knowing if she even wanted that from me,” he murmured. “I kept hoping she’d just get it. That she’d stay.”

Kaz didn’t respond at first. The silence was thick until something seemed to click behind his eyes, confusion melting into understanding.

“Hey… are you even aware she saw you talking to Mona the day she came back?” he asked.

Kuni’s brow furrowed. “No. What does that have to—” He stopped. The realization hit like a slap.

Kaz let out a quiet, humorless chuckle at the confirmation. “That’s what I thought.” He shook his head. “You two really are the same. Both too scared to say what matters. You deserve each other.”

Kuni said nothing, staring off, the weight of everything Mona-related finally catching up to him. Regret flickered across his face.

Kaz hesitated. Then, without much ceremony, he rested a hand on Kuni’s shoulder, not quite comfort, but not distant either.

“But listen,” he said, tone gentler now. “She’s not just some girl you can keep on a leash. You don’t get to reel her in and push her away whenever it suits you.”

Kaz looked him in the eye.

“You can’t play guessing games with each other. If you’re gonna be in her life, Kuni, then be in it.”

Silence had filled the room one last time.

Kaz watched them both. Kuni staring at the floor like it held all the answers, you asleep, caught between peace and exhaustion.

“I’ll head out,” Kaz said, voice quiet now. “She’s safe. Just… don’t fuck this up again.”

The door had clicked shut behind him.

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NOTE that’s it for now <3

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⟳ 30. CHANCE

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⟳ 30. CHANCE

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You say you’re just friends. You say it every time you leave a party together, every time you wake up tangled in sheets, every time you swear it’s the last time. But habits form, lines blur, and pretending gets harder when jealousy starts to sting.

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Call me a witch because the slow burn is burning.

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it isss! but it’s about to really burn up now <3

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blurred lines is amazing! Thank you for gracing me with this roller-coaster of a masterpiece 💕

thank you sm!! 🥹❤️

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your smau is so good it hurts 💔💔 man i love angst

i still remember raised the bar, i wonder if youre ever planning on bringing it back? it's been so long since i read it though lmaoo was there any drama in it too?? cuz i rlly dont remember now

also, i wonder how many more chapters are you planning to release until blurred lines end?

thank you sm! i’m glad you’re liking it <3

unfortunately, i don’t plan on bringing rtb back. it’s been way too long. i still have a rough outline of the plot, but most of the major details are lost on me now. i don’t have a copy of the screenshots anymore, so everything about that au is just a blur. i can’t even remember the full list of characters. if i were to bring it back, i’d have to start completely from scratch and that au is waaay too long for that.

as for how many chapters left, i’m not sure! but if i had to estimate, i’d say there are about less than ten chapters left :)

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I love how most scara ffs w angst have Mona in them, its like most of the scaranation just loathes Mona x Scaramouche, I do too tbh

yk, i tried to think of a character other than mona as the ex because ik how overused she is in scara fics lmao but i really can’t think of any other girl directly and canonically involved with kuni other than nahida..

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⟳ 29. AFTERMATH

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NOTE i’m sorry i disappeared for a while t—t i had a good reason tho. because guess what? this girlie finally graduated after so long! just last tuesday hehe. and then i spent the following days having sleepovers with friends because idk when i’ll see them again :’) i couldn’t exactly write during that time because me being a writer is a secret lol. anw, i’m doing the next chapters rn so i’ll have multiple updates today

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⟳ 29. AFTERMATH

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NOTE i’m sorry i disappeared for a while t—t i had a good reason tho. because guess what? this girlie finally graduated after so long! just last tuesday hehe. and then i spent the following days having sleepovers with friends because idk when i’ll see them again :’) i couldn’t exactly write during that time because me being a writer is a secret lol. anw, i’m doing the next chapters rn so i’ll have multiple updates today

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⟳ 28. LOOP

There was something about the enigma that was Kuni that drew you in.

You didn’t know it then. Not really.

Not when the music thudded too loudly and the bar was crowded with mutual friends and familiar faces. But you knew of him. Everyone kind of did.

You’d seen him around before. At parties, in passing. Always somewhere on the periphery. Never smiling. Never staying too long. You remembered the way Lumi once whispered something about him being “a mess, but not in a fun way.” The one who fooled around just long enough to get under someone’s skin and then disappeared before it got too real. 

There were stories. Girls who swore he meant something with the way he touched them, only to be left on read a week later. Some called him a heartbreaker. Others called him worse. But even then, none of that scared you. There was something about him that stood out. A quiet, sharp-edged, magnetic in a way you couldn’t quite explain. 

You never got the chance to approach him in the past, never crossed paths close enough to say more than a word or two. Despite how your friends knew him fairly well, he always felt just out of reach. A familiar stranger in the same circles, orbiting close but never quite touching yours.

So when you spotted him alone at a bar, you didn’t hesitate.

You could’ve walked past. You should’ve walked past. 

But you didn’t.

Being in the list of Kuni’s infamous one-night stands wasn’t your plan. You simply wanted to befriend him. Get to know him. 

When you woke up the morning after, your first instinct was to leave. That’s how it usually goes. But something stopped you.

Because when you blinked awake, head still pounding from the alcohol and sleep clinging to your limbs, you saw him.

He wasn’t asleep. He was trembling.

Bare shoulders hunched as if caving in on himself, hands curled into the sheets. Whispering things under his breath, like a nightmare was still holding him hostage. You caught bits and pieces through the haze.

“Don’t leave,” “don’t go,” “not again.”

You froze.

It wasn’t directed at you; you knew that. Your first thought was to give him space. You weren’t supposed to care. Why would you? Strictly speaking, you just met him. 

But something about that moment—seeing him look so small, so ruined, like he was breaking in silence—dug into you. When you stepped out of his room, the state of his apartment only made it worse.

It was a mess. Not in the careless, student-living kind of way. It was a lonely kind of mess. Dirt clothes scattered everywhere, trash ignored, dishes crusted over. Like no one had taken care of him in a while. Like he’d stopped trying.

So you stayed. Even when he pushed you away.

You wondered about him. 

What his nightmare was about. Why he looked so hollow that night—sweaty, trembling, whispering don’t leave me as if the words were the only thing keeping him tethered. You surmised that it’s probably why he did what he did. Why the rumors followed him like shadows. It all seemed like a way to cope, a response to some unnamed trauma. You didn’t pity him, but you understood, in a distant, unspoken way.

Still, you concluded that it wasn’t your business. He made it clear what this was. A one-time thing. And honestly, you were more than fine with that. Made peace with it. You never planned to come back, anyway.

Until you realized your ring was gone.

A matching one with Lumi, something stupid and sentimental, but it mattered to you. You remembered taking it off before cooking and leaving it by the stove. You could’ve asked Lumi to get it back from Ajax, maybe spin some lie about it. But then she’d ask questions. And it wasn’t ideal if someone found out you slept with him. So you showed up at his apartment again, unannounced, three days later.

When he opened the door, he looked like hell.

Eyes rimmed red, hair messy, a half-empty glass of whiskey dangling from his hand. It was early evening, not yet dark, but the apartment already smelled of liquor. 

After what felt like an eternity of snide remarks, you finally retrieved your ring. It was exactly where you left it, like it had been waiting.

You told yourself you’d leave right after. You really meant to. Then the storm hit. Heavy rain, sudden and loud, made leaving impossible. You inevitably stayed. And then things escalated.

There was something in the way he looked at you. Hungry, unfocused, touched by liquor and loneliness. You knew it was the alcohol. You knew better.

But still, something in you responded. You teased him, riled him up, leaned in a little too close, maybe a little too smug. Perhaps it was pride, the way the heartbreaker looked at you like that for a second time.

And so, you ended up in his bed. Again.

Lumi found out you slept with him more than once. You had told her. She was worried. She knew what he was like. You defended yourself, got into an argument with her. You knew deep down she was right, but at that time, you thought she didn’t understand.

So you got drunk.

Stumbled your way to his apartment, heart loud in your chest, pride drowned in liquor. You kissed him first. Touched him first. Pushed yourself into his world like you belonged there.

When he didn’t stop you, when he let you in like it was natural, that’s when something truly began.

You were tipsy, yes, but not oblivious. You knew this was dangerous. Knew the way he looked at people and left them cold the next day. 

But maybe that was the thrill. The delusion that you wouldn’t get burned. That you could keep it casual. That you were different.

You asked him, once, why he did it, why he slept around, why he never let anyone close. He shut you out. Stayed quiet. Guarded. But that only made you want to understand him more.

So it happened again.

Then again.

Again and again and again and again—

And without warning, you were too far gone, crossed too many lines, to say it was the last.

The early morning glow creeps in through the half-open blinds, casting soft lines across the sheets. The world is quiet. Too quiet. For a second, it feels like you’re stuck, caught between a dream and the kind of memory that never leaves gently.

You blink against the light, your head pounding dully, the remnants of last night scattered across your thoughts like broken glass. You shift under the covers. The fabric is familiar. One that you’ve slept on, God knows how many times. So is the soft rise and fall of the body beside you.

Your breath catches.

It’s Kuni.

He’s asleep, turned slightly away, hair a mess, lips parted just enough to give away the rhythm of his breathing.

Your heart stutters.

Ven’s party. Kaz. The dance floor.

The kiss.

The press of his mouth against yours—messy, desperate, like you were both seconds from falling apart. You remember the way his hand curled around the back of your neck, how the world faded around the heat of it. Then… nothing.

Everything else is blank. Just the kiss. And now this.

You’re wearing one of his shirts. Your fit from last night nowhere to be found. The weight of implication settles on your chest like a stone.

Your head spins, and you can’t tell if it’s from the hangover or from trying to process everything at once.

Did something happen? Did you let it?

Fuck.

It’s happening again.

Tears well up in your eyes, breathing heavily, shaking. You don’t wait anymore. You slip out of bed in silence, careful not to wake him. The floor is cold under your bare feet. The heavy feeling in your chest is unrelenting as it grows. Your fingers shake as you grab your things and step out the door without looking back. 

You feel sick to your stomach.

Because somehow, in ways you’ll never understand, you always finds a way to drag yourself back to the same loop, the same bed, no matter how hard you try to escape it.

When Kuni woke up, it was the same cruel déjà vu.

He’s still alone. He still had a nightmare.

Except this time, you didn’t stay.

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You say you’re just friends. You say it every time you leave a party together, every time you wake up tangled in sheets, every time you swear it’s the last time. But habits form, lines blur, and pretending gets harder when jealousy starts to sting.

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⟳ 28. LOOP

There was something about the enigma that was Kuni that drew you in.

You didn’t know it then. Not really.

Not when the music thudded too loudly and the bar was crowded with mutual friends and familiar faces. But you knew of him. Everyone kind of did.

You’d seen him around before. At parties, in passing. Always somewhere on the periphery. Never smiling. Never staying too long. You remembered the way Lumi once whispered something about him being “a mess, but not in a fun way.” The one who fooled around just long enough to get under someone’s skin and then disappeared before it got too real. 

There were stories. Girls who swore he meant something with the way he touched them, only to be left on read a week later. Some called him a heartbreaker. Others called him worse. But even then, none of that scared you. There was something about him that stood out. A quiet, sharp-edged, magnetic in a way you couldn’t quite explain. 

You never got the chance to approach him in the past, never crossed paths close enough to say more than a word or two. Despite how your friends knew him fairly well, he always felt just out of reach. A familiar stranger in the same circles, orbiting close but never quite touching yours.

So when you spotted him alone at a bar, you didn’t hesitate.

You could’ve walked past. You should’ve walked past. 

But you didn’t.

Being in the list of Kuni’s infamous one-night stands wasn’t your plan. You simply wanted to befriend him. Get to know him. 

When you woke up the morning after, your first instinct was to leave. That’s how it usually goes. But something stopped you.

Because when you blinked awake, head still pounding from the alcohol and sleep clinging to your limbs, you saw him.

He wasn’t asleep. He was trembling.

Bare shoulders hunched as if caving in on himself, hands curled into the sheets. Whispering things under his breath, like a nightmare was still holding him hostage. You caught bits and pieces through the haze.

“Don’t leave,” “don’t go,” “not again.”

You froze.

It wasn’t directed at you; you knew that. Your first thought was to give him space. You weren’t supposed to care. Why would you? Strictly speaking, you just met him. 

But something about that moment—seeing him look so small, so ruined, like he was breaking in silence—dug into you. When you stepped out of his room, the state of his apartment only made it worse.

It was a mess. Not in the careless, student-living kind of way. It was a lonely kind of mess. Dirt clothes scattered everywhere, trash ignored, dishes crusted over. Like no one had taken care of him in a while. Like he’d stopped trying.

So you stayed. Even when he pushed you away.

You wondered about him. 

What his nightmare was about. Why he looked so hollow that night—sweaty, trembling, whispering don’t leave me as if the words were the only thing keeping him tethered. You surmised that it’s probably why he did what he did. Why the rumors followed him like shadows. It all seemed like a way to cope, a response to some unnamed trauma. You didn’t pity him, but you understood, in a distant, unspoken way.

Still, you concluded that it wasn’t your business. He made it clear what this was. A one-time thing. And honestly, you were more than fine with that. Made peace with it. You never planned to come back, anyway.

Until you realized your ring was gone.

A matching one with Lumi, something stupid and sentimental, but it mattered to you. You remembered taking it off before cooking and leaving it by the stove. You could’ve asked Lumi to get it back from Ajax, maybe spin some lie about it. But then she’d ask questions. And it wasn’t ideal if someone found out you slept with him. So you showed up at his apartment again, unannounced, three days later.

When he opened the door, he looked like hell.

Eyes rimmed red, hair messy, a half-empty glass of whiskey dangling from his hand. It was early evening, not yet dark, but the apartment already smelled of liquor. 

After what felt like an eternity of snide remarks, you finally retrieved your ring. It was exactly where you left it, like it had been waiting.

You told yourself you’d leave right after. You really meant to. Then the storm hit. Heavy rain, sudden and loud, made leaving impossible. You inevitably stayed. And then things escalated.

There was something in the way he looked at you. Hungry, unfocused, touched by liquor and loneliness. You knew it was the alcohol. You knew better.

But still, something in you responded. You teased him, riled him up, leaned in a little too close, maybe a little too smug. Perhaps it was pride, the way the heartbreaker looked at you like that for a second time.

And so, you ended up in his bed. Again.

Lumi found out you slept with him more than once. You had told her. She was worried. She knew what he was like. You defended yourself, got into an argument with her. You knew deep down she was right, but at that time, you thought she didn’t understand.

So you got drunk.

Stumbled your way to his apartment, heart loud in your chest, pride drowned in liquor. You kissed him first. Touched him first. Pushed yourself into his world like you belonged there.

When he didn’t stop you, when he let you in like it was natural, that’s when something truly began.

You were tipsy, yes, but not oblivious. You knew this was dangerous. Knew the way he looked at people and left them cold the next day. 

But maybe that was the thrill. The delusion that you wouldn’t get burned. That you could keep it casual. That you were different.

You asked him, once, why he did it, why he slept around, why he never let anyone close. He shut you out. Stayed quiet. Guarded. But that only made you want to understand him more.

So it happened again.

Then again.

Again and again and again and again—

And without warning, you were too far gone, crossed too many lines, to say it was the last.

The early morning glow creeps in through the half-open blinds, casting soft lines across the sheets. The world is quiet. Too quiet. For a second, it feels like you’re stuck, caught between a dream and the kind of memory that never leaves gently.

You blink against the light, your head pounding dully, the remnants of last night scattered across your thoughts like broken glass. You shift under the covers. The fabric is familiar. One that you’ve slept on, God knows how many times. So is the soft rise and fall of the body beside you.

Your breath catches.

It’s Kuni.

He’s asleep, turned slightly away, hair a mess, lips parted just enough to give away the rhythm of his breathing.

Your heart stutters. That’s when everything from last night came crashing down again.

Ven’s party. Kaz. The dance floor.

The kiss.

The press of his mouth against yours—messy, desperate, like you were both seconds from falling apart. You remember the way his hand curled around the back of your neck, how the world faded around the heat of it. Then… nothing.

Everything else is blank. Just the kiss. And now this.

You’re wearing one of his shirts. Your fit from last night nowhere to be found. The weight of implication settles on your chest like a stone.

Your head spins, and you can’t tell if it’s from the hangover or from trying to process everything at once.

Did something happen? Did you let it?

Fuck.

It’s happening again.

Tears well up in your eyes, breathing heavily, shaking. You don’t wait anymore. You slip out of bed in silence, careful not to wake him. The floor is cold under your bare feet. The heavy feeling in your chest is unrelenting as it grows. Your fingers shake as you grab your things and step out the door without looking back. 

You feel sick to your stomach.

Because somehow, in ways you’ll never understand, you always finds a way to drag yourself back to the same loop, the same bed, no matter how hard you try to escape it.

When Kuni woke up, it was the same cruel déjà vu.

He’s still alone. He still had a nightmare.

Except this time, you didn’t stay.

⟳ BLURRED LINES — PREV | MASTERLIST | NEXT

You say you’re just friends. You say it every time you leave a party together, every time you wake up tangled in sheets, every time you swear it’s the last time. But habits form, lines blur, and pretending gets harder when jealousy starts to sting.

NOTE hello rlly late update hi

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update will be late! next chap may be around the middle of next week. i went back and forth to school this week, so i didn’t really have the time to write :’)

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Real question. How do you plan what you write? Or do they just come like poof in your mind? I was just reading the latest chapter you posted and it was the first thing I wondered about because of how good it is. Whenever i write, I'm kinda just head empty, no thoughts. Idk

it’s a bit of both! i usually outline the general flow of the plot in docs and add prompts or notes for specific parts i want to include. but honestly, when i get to writing the actual chapter, i often come up with better ideas on the spot and end up adding or changing things last minute!