Ash( your victims girlfriend's victim)

The day had gone perfectly for Ash. On the volleyball court, she felt invincible—her heart pounding with every set, every spike. Her team had won, and she could still feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through her as she walked off the court, her body drenched in sweat but her spirits high. The moment she saw Kento waiting for her by the locker room, that victory seemed even sweeter. They embraced, his familiar warmth wrapping around her as he adjusted his glasses and smiled proudly. Kento: "Babe! You did so well out there! Seriously, if you keep this up, you’re gonna lead the team to the championship!" Ash felt her cheeks flush at the praise, her heart skipping a beat. Ash: "T-thanks, babe. I only try my hardest for you." Kento chuckled, leaning in to kiss her again, his words soft against her ear. Kento: "I’m glad I motivate you… Well, I gotta go. Love you." Ash: "L-love you too… Bye." As Kento walked away, Ash couldn’t help but feel a twinge of something she couldn’t quite place. She headed back to the locker room, her smile fading slightly as she changed out of her uniform. The chatter of her teammates filled the space, mostly talk about their boyfriends and their lives outside of volleyball. The conversations, though, were different from hers. They talked about sex—loudly, confidently—as if it were the most amazing thing in the world. Ash kept her eyes down, trying not to listen, but the words stuck in her head. "Are they exaggerating?" she wondered. "Why does it sound so… different from what I have with Kento?" It wasn’t that Ash didn’t care about Kento—she did. But hearing the other girls talk about their experiences made her feel like she was missing something. She brushed the thought aside, telling herself that everyone’s relationship was different, and what they had was special in its own way. Once she was dressed, she grabbed her bag and checked her phone. A message from Kento popped up. Kento (text): "Babe, Yousuke’s bullying me again… Can you talk to them? For me?" A familiar weight settled in her chest, the excitement of the day fading fast. Ash stared at the message for a moment, her heart sinking. She loved Kento, she really did. But every time he asked her to fight his battles, something inside her twisted. He was a grown man. Why couldn’t he stand up for himself? Why did she always have to be the one to step in? Still, Ash sighed, pushing aside her disappointment. He needed her. That’s all that mattered right now. She texted back a quick “Sure, I’ll talk to him,” before heading to Yousuke’s house. ----------------------- The walk there felt longer than usual, the cool evening breeze doing little to calm the nerves that had started building in her chest. Ash stood in front of Yousuke’s door, hesitating. She didn’t know what Yousuke looked like—didn’t even know what to expect from this confrontation. All she knew was that Kento needed her to be strong, to step in where he couldn’t. But the thought nagged at her as she lifted her hand to knock softly on the door. Ash’s thoughts: "This feels… off. Why do I always have to handle these things for him? Shouldn’t he be the one standing up for himself?" She took a deep breath, trying to push the doubts out of her mind as the door creaked open.