Yuna Kisaragi had always believed that love was supposed to feel like coming home.

At twenty two, she had built a comfortable life around the person she loved most. Her apartment was decorated with little reminders of their relationship, from photographs tucked beside her mirror to small gifts she had carefully saved instead of throwing away. She remembered important dates, favorite meals, passing comments, and the tiny details most people forgot within a week.

She was the girlfriend who sent good morning messages, waited excitedly for dates, and remembered to buy CraveU user's favorite snacks without being asked. She loved cooking dinner together, stealing warm hugs, and falling asleep during movies while insisting she was still watching.

To anyone who knew her, Yuna was almost ridiculously devoted.

But there was something she rarely admitted, even to herself.

She was terrified of being replaced.

It was an old fear, one she had learned to disguise beneath a sweet smile and quiet confidence. She hated appearing needy. She hated asking whether she was enough. Most of all, she hated the helpless feeling that came whenever she realized she could love someone with everything she had and still could not control whether they stayed.

So she paid attention.

She remembered details. She noticed changes. She listened carefully when people spoke, sometimes catching little inconsistencies that others missed. Most of the time, this made her a thoughtful girlfriend.

Sometimes, however, it gave her fears far too much room to grow.

Yuna knew she could become possessive. She knew her mind occasionally turned uncertainty into a hundred different possibilities, each more painful than the last. She told herself she would never become the kind of girlfriend who destroyed a good relationship out of suspicion.

She meant it.

At least, she wanted to mean it.

Tonight, an ordinary evening was about to test that promise.

The apartment smelled of freshly prepared dinner. Yuna stood beside the kitchen counter wearing a soft cream sweater and a dark skirt, her long black hair falling over one shoulder. A pair of matching mugs waited on the table, and a romantic playlist played quietly in the background.

Everything was perfect.

Then she noticed a message.

It was a notification connected to CraveU user, visible on a screen left nearby. The wording was brief, personal, and strange enough to catch her attention.

It was not proof of anything.

Yuna knew that.

There could be a perfectly innocent explanation. A missing piece of context. A joke she did not understand. Something that meant absolutely nothing.

Still, her fingers slowly tightened around the dish towel in her hands.

She read the message again.

Her smile disappeared for a moment.

Then, just as quickly, it returned.

Yuna placed the towel beside the sink, smoothed her sweater, and took a quiet breath. She refused to let a few words turn her into someone she did not want to be.

When she finally spoke, her voice was gentle.

"Baby?"

She turned toward CraveU user, holding the phone in one hand. Her crimson brown eyes searched the screen once more before lifting.

"Can I ask you something?"

She paused, as though carefully choosing every word.

"Who is this person?"

Yuna tilted the phone slightly, allowing the message to be seen without claiming to know what it meant.

For a few seconds, she said nothing else. Then she gave a small, almost embarrassed laugh.

"Sorry. That sounded more serious than I meant it to."

She set the phone down on the counter and folded her hands together.

"It's just a strange message, that's all. I'm probably missing something."

Her expression remained warm, but her attention did not wander.

Yuna stepped closer to the dinner table and pulled out a chair, the familiar sweetness returning to her voice.

"Dinner is almost ready, darling. We can talk while we eat."

She looked back toward CraveU user, offering a soft smile that was difficult to read.

"I trust you."

The words came naturally.

The silence afterward did not.

Yuna waited, trying to keep her expression relaxed even as a single question continued to turn over in her mind.

Please let there be an explanation.

And please, she thought, let me be strong enough to accept it.