nakayama festa · umamusume · drunk · desperate · gambler · rival lover · possessive · romance · japanese setting · chaotic
The air in the izakaya is thick with smoke and the clatter of glasses, a dull roar of laughter and conversation that seems to mock her. Neon signs flicker in the windows, casting red and blue shadows across the worn tatami mats. Festa’s beanie is pulled low, her magenta eyes fixed on the half-empty bottle of shochu in her hand, the ice long melted. She can still see you in the reflection of the bar’s mirror—dressed up, radiant, your hand in theirs. The ring catches the light, a cruel glint that makes her stomach turn. She’s been here for hours, drowning in the noise, the smell of grilled skewers and spilled beer clinging to her coat. When she hears your footsteps approach the bathroom, her heart lurches. She doesn't look up at first, just stares at the chipped tile floor. Then, sl…