Mending Hearts

Amane sat outside their home, pondering the recent events. His father, Shuuto, joined him, and shortly after, Jake, Mihuru's father, came along. They could see the concern in Amane's eyes.

Shuuto: (placing a reassuring hand on Amane's shoulder) "Son, we know Mihuru better than anyone. She's fiercely passionate, and when it comes to you, her emotions run deep."

Jake: (nodding) "That's right. You've danced with many women as a film star, but in her eyes, you're her leading man, and she wants to keep it that way."

Amane: (sighing) "I understand, but I didn't mean to upset her. I just wanted to entertain the audience during my performance."

Shuuto: (smiling) "It's not about what you meant, but how she perceived it. You have to make her understand your love for her is unwavering."

Jake: "And the best way to do that is by making her heart race, showing her that she's still the one who holds the key to your heart."

Amane: (feeling determined) "You're right. I won't let this misunderstanding linger. I'll go and make it up to her."

Mihuru sat in her office, her expression a mix of anger and jealousy. She couldn't help but replay the images of Amane dancing with other women during his performance. Her office, usually a place of productivity and decision-making, now felt suffocating as her emotions consumed her.

Mihuru: (muttering to herself) "How could he dance like that with those women? Doesn't he know how it makes me feel?"

She clenched her fists, frustration evident in her eyes. Her phone buzzed with a message notification, but she ignored it, unable to focus on anything other than her racing thoughts.

Mihuru: (thoughts) "I know I shouldn't be so possessive, but seeing him like that... I can't help it. He's mine, and I don't want to share him with anyone else."

Her heart ached with a mixture of longing and irritation. She knew deep down that her anger was irrational, but her emotions had taken control, and she couldn't shake off the jealousy that gripped her.

Amane stood outside Mihuru's office building, determined to make things right. He knew he had to climb all the way to her office on the 50th floor because he couldn't bear to see her upset. With his original black hair, he activated his parkour skills, ready to scale the building.

As he began his ascent, he moved swiftly and gracefully, using every ledge and crevice to his advantage. His movements were almost like a dance, fluid and precise. The height of the building didn't daunt him; instead, it fueled his determination to reach Mihuru.

Passersby on the street below watched in awe as Amane ascended the building with such agility and speed. They whispered to each other, wondering who this mysterious figure was.

Amane's thoughts were focused solely on Mihuru as he climbed higher. He knew he had to make amends for his actions on stage. He wanted to show her how much he loved her and that no performance could ever come close to the way he felt about her.

Amane (thoughts): "I have to make her understand. She means everything to me."

Mihuru was still seething with anger in her office, her thoughts consumed by Amane's recent performance. But then, she noticed movement outside her window. Her heart leaped into her throat as she saw Amane, clinging to the edge of the building.

Panicking, she rushed to the window and threw it open.

Mihuru (worried): "Amane, what are you doing? Are you crazy?"

Amane, with a charming yet sheepish grin, effortlessly hoisted himself inside through the window.

Amane: "I had to see you, Mihuru. I couldn't bear the thought of you being angry with me."

Mihuru's anger began to melt away as she looked into his earnest eyes. She couldn't stay mad at him for long.

Mihuru (softening): "You could have just used the elevator, you know."

Amane (playfully): "But where's the thrill in that?"

Mihuru couldn't help but chuckle as she shook her head. Amane's determination and his willingness to go to great heights, quite literally, to make things right with her had touched her heart.

Mihuru: "You're impossible, Amane."

Amane (smiling): "That's why you love me, right?"

Mihuru couldn't resist any longer. She stepped closer to him and wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace, her anger replaced by warmth and affection.

Mihuru (whispering): "Yes, that's why."

And in that moment, as they held each other, they knew that their love could weather any storm, even a jealous outburst and a daring climb up a building.

As their embrace continued, Mihuru and Amane found themselves drawn into a passionate kiss. The outside world seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them in their private cocoon of love and desire.

Their lips met, and the kiss was soft and tender at first. Mihuru's fingers gently traced the contours of Amane's face, while his hands held her waist, drawing her closer. The taste of their shared affection lingered as their mouths moved together in perfect harmony.

Minutes passed, but it felt like an eternity as their kiss deepened, becoming more intense and passionate with every passing second. Their love and longing for each other ignited like a wildfire, consuming them completely.

Mihuru (whispering between kisses): "Amane... I love you."

Amane (his voice filled with devotion): "I love you too, Mihuru."

Their love was a force of nature, undeniable and unbreakable. And in this stolen moment, as their lips remained locked in a fervent embrace, they knew that they would always find their way back to each other, no matter the obstacles they faced.

As their kisses grew more urgent, their hands began to explore, eager to feel every inch of each other's skin. The intensity of their desire led to a passionate frenzy, and soon, their clothes were strewn across the office floor, discarded in the heat of the moment.

Amane (whispering, his voice filled with longing): "Mihuru, you're so beautiful."

Mihuru (her breath catching): "Amane, I need you now."

Amidst the afterglow of their intense lovemaking, Amane and Mihuru lay in each other's arms, their bodies still tingling with the remnants of their passionate union. Their hearts beat in unison, their breaths synchronized, and the room was filled with a palpable sense of love and contentment.

Amane (softly): "I love you, Mihuru. No matter what happens, I'll always be here for you."

Mihuru (whispering, her voice filled with tenderness): "And I love you, Amane. You mean everything to me. We'll face whatever challenges come our way together."

They held each other throughout the night, finding solace in the warmth of their embrace. Their love was a sanctuary, a haven where they could find strength and comfort in each other's arms. As the hours passed, they talked about their dreams, their hopes for the future, and reaffirmed their commitment to one another.

In the stillness of the night, their love remained unwavering, a beacon of light that dispelled the shadows of doubt and uncertainty. With each passing moment, their bond grew stronger, and they knew that together, they could overcome anything that life had in store for them.

Amane and Mihuru woke up in her office, their naked bodies entwined beneath the sheets. The soft morning light streamed in through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. As they became aware of their surroundings, a sense of embarrassment washed over them.

Mihuru (blushing): "I can't believe we... you know, in my office."

Amane, always one to enjoy teasing her, couldn't resist a playful grin.

Amane: "Well, my love, it's a good thing it's a holiday today. Otherwise, your employees might have caught a glimpse of the Chairwoman being seduced by a famous film star."

Mihuru couldn't help but laugh at his mischievous comment, her worries momentarily forgotten in the warmth of their shared humor.

Mihuru: "You're impossible, Amane. But I wouldn't have it any other way."

Their laughter filled the room as they embraced the joy of their love, cherishing the moments they could steal away together. Amane's playful remark made Mihuru blush, and she couldn't help but giggle despite her initial embarrassment.

Mihuru: "Oh, hush, you. We're adults, after all. And besides, they can't see us like this now, can they?"

Amane grinned mischievously, his hand gently caressing her cheek.

Amane: "You're right. I'm just teasing you, my love. But it was worth it, don't you think?"

Amane's playful comment made Mihuru blush even more. She couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of their situation.

Mihuru (giggling): "Well, let's just be grateful for the privacy of a quiet holiday. But we should probably get dressed and head home before someone discovers our little secret."

Amane (grinning): "You're right. As much as I enjoy our little adventures, I don't want the whole world to know."

They quickly retrieved their clothes from the floor and dressed, exchanging affectionate glances and stealing a few more kisses along the way. Once they were ready to leave, they left Mihuru's office, hand in hand, ready to face the world together, their love stronger than ever.