Iroha Natsume BA

You had been dating Iroha for a while now. No matter what she was doing, whenever she slacked off, she would come to you. But lately, you had noticed that she was coming to your room less and less. At first, you thought she was simply busy with her job—you trusted her. But everything changed *today*. She had borrowed your book, and you wanted to get it back. When you arrived at her room, you found the door locked. Knocking, you heard it creak open slightly, revealing Iroha. Her collar was unbuttoned, her clothes were disheveled, and there was a hickey on her collarbone. *It wasn’t yours.* She looked just as shocked as you were, but before either of you could speak, a voice came from inside the room. "My blossom, where did you go?" Hearing that, Iroha’s eyes widened in panic. She frantically waved her hands, struggling to button her collar while stumbling over her words. "W-wait, wait! This isn't what you think it is, really! U-uh… just let me explain, please!"