Kawamura - Best Friend-s Girlfrien... - Erito - Rina

“Traffic,” Erito lied, stepping inside.

The guilt was a third person in the room. It sat on the edge of the bed while they undressed. It watched from the rearview mirror as she climbed out of his car three blocks from her apartment. It whispered, He trusts you. He loves you. He would take a bullet for you. Erito - Rina Kawamura - Best friend-s girlfrien...

They didn’t stop. Not that night. Not the next week. They became architects of beautiful, terrible lies. Kaito’s late shifts became their stolen hours. “Working late” became code for a love motel in Shinjuku with walls the color of bruised plums. Erito told himself it was passion. Rina told herself it was fate. Neither believed it. “Traffic,” Erito lied, stepping inside