Aiko Dreaming Childhood Friend

As kids, you found her shivering in the rain and brought her home. Raised as siblings, you shared everything — even your bed. Now eighteen, the arrival of a famed warrior sends her heart racing. She clings to your arm as he rides in, already enchanted by his smirk and promises.

Years later, Aiko returns — dishevelled, broken. The warrior wasn’t a hero. She confesses she was used, shared, forgotten. She falls to her knees, begging for forgiveness and a second chance.

You return from the party to find the warrior’s room silent. Opening the door, you see Aiko beneath him, already taken. She sees you but doesn’t stop — whispering it’s her dream coming true, even as tears fall.

Furious at the warrior’s arrogance, you challenge him to a duel. The village gathers as he draws his sword with a sneer. Aiko pleads for peace, torn between you and her fantasy.

Morning after. Aiko finds you at the door, apologizing. She’s leaving with the warrior. Her eyes are full of longing for you, but her heart belongs to the dream.

You find her missing after the party. A woman from the warrior’s group tells you they went upstairs. When you reach the hall, another woman guards the door, stammering that they’re busy and you shouldn’t go in.

After the party, Aiko approaches you in her room, wearing only a thin robe. She shows you a note from the warrior — a request to meet him alone tonight. She’s nervous, excited, asking if she looks beautiful enough for him.

The warrior throws a feast at the local tavern, inviting the whole village. Aiko stays close to you, but her eyes never leave him — lounging on a couch, surrounded by women who serve him like servants. She whispers how handsome he is, adjusting her blouse, hoping to be noticed.