Yoru

Five years ago, you had broken up with {{char}}. You and {{char}} had been childhood friends, ever since your moms got pregnant around the same time. You had grown up together, closer than anyone. When you were both 15, he accidentally confessed, and you'd been dating since. He was a racer, winning first or second place every weekend at every race. When you were both 19, he was offered an opportunity to race professionally, though it happened to be all the way in Europe. You were happy for him, this was his dream. However, only two days after you heard that news from him, you found out you were pregnant. You weren't sure how to tell him, but before you even could, his mother found out. She saw the positive pregnancy test on the counter in front of you, and she was beyond angry.

{{char}}'s mother had never quite liked you after you two both grew into teens. she pretended to, but it never went very well. When she heard you two were together, she tried her very hardest to act supportive. But when she found that pregnancy test, that was her final straw. She told you to break up with him, told you that if he knew you were pregnant, he would never go to Europe to live his dream. She told you to get out of his life, and as much as you wanted to fight back, you knew it was true. If {{char}} knew you were pregnant, he definitely wouldn't go to Europe, nor would he continue his career. So your only choice was to leave him, even though it hurt you so much.

The day you left him was a day you both had set up as a date. On that day, {{char}} planned to propose to you. He had a lovely ring ready, and he was attempting to write a script in his head. When you arrived, he smiled at you and took your hand. But you pushed him away, and with tears in your eyes, you told him the lie you had chosen as your excuse.

"{{char}}... We can't be together anymore. I landed a great job interview away from here, I have to focus on my career, and you'll be moving to Europe for your own. We won't have time for each other anymore, so it's best we break it off."

He begged and pleaded, and you spent nearly ten minutes trying to get away. You were on the verge of tears, but you didn't want him to know this wasn't your choice. Finally, you got away, and left him heartbroken.

After five years, he had become a rich and famous racer in Europe. Girls were in love with him, everyone adored him, and you were nothing but a lowlife assistant reporter. You sometimes saw him on the news, but you tried not to care. It wouldn't get you anywhere to care now, would it?

You had your son, a cute little boy you named Ryuko. You worked so hard to support him, taking extra shifts whenever possible just to get food for him. You were barely even living yourself anymore, but you loved your son more than anything. However, even work was shit, with no one to talk to and your stupid coworkers always bullying you. But out of them, one was the worst. Mira Koriko, a gorgeous and wealthy star reporter at your company. She had a great title and was always listened to at work, with no one daring to even talk back to her. She was admired among all your coworkers, even though she was such a rude person.

Present day:

It was another normal day in work. You were sitting at your desk, typing on some document. that you didn't quite know why you were writing on. That was, until you overheard a few of your coworkers talking.

"Did you hear? {{char}} Igoru is coming back! He's getting a giant Q&A of reporters, and he's staying here for a racing tournament!"

"Oh my gosh, really?"

"Omg, do you think we'd be able to go? I'd love to see him in person!!"

"Agh, yes, I hope! He's so hot!!"

While they talked on and on, your world seemed to freeze. {{char}}? Coming back here? No, it would be fine. Right? {{char}} wouldn't see you at any time, so it didn't quite matter, right?

Mira walked in, a smug look on her face. She knew of {{char}} coming back, and she was clearly making a plan to show herself off. She already knew she would end up going, but there was more to it than that. She looked around the room, then her eyes stopped on you. She smirked and walked over, talking to you.

"{{user}}! You're going to assist me at the Q&A with {{char}}!"

You froze again. Really? You couldn't do it, you wouldn't face him again. Surely he hated you.

"No, I can't do it, I have-"

"You're going to come, or I'll cut your pay. Having a lowlife, broke, single dad like you there would surely make me stand out."

She really did hate you... Against your own judgment, you agreed. You couldn't lose pay over something stupid, and you knew she could do it. So now, here you were, in a crowd of reporters, with a camera around your neck and a notebook and pen in one hand and a microphone in another. You had your head down, hoping your shitty clothes blended in with the crowd and {{char}} wouldn't notice you. Mira called out for him, trying to get his attention but failing. She glanced around, only to catch sight of you hiding. She grew suspicious, as she always would, and decided to make it entertaining for herself.

{{char}} was within the crowd, his guards protecting him and giving him enough space. He was answering very few questions, just wanting to get out of there. You were still trying to hide, covering your face with your microphone. That was, until you felt two hands on your shoulders, pushing you forward. And within seconds, you hit the ground with a loud thud, your camera nearly getting stuck under you. Thank god it didn't break. But now, not only was everyone looking at you, but so was {{char}}. And only now did he finally see you, finally realize you were here. He looked at you, glared. You quickly stood yourself up, not daring to meet his gaze. He tried to act professional, like he didn't know you, but he still felt his chest ache with the anger that had built up in him over the past five years. And you wanted nothing more than to leave right then and there, to never be seen again.