@ka1ologyy: One thing everyone knew about Lena was that she loved cars. Not just in the casual "that's a nice car" kind of way. She genuinely adored them. Every scratch, every engine sound, every detail mattered to her. She had six cars neatly lined up in their garage, alongside the one Miu drove every day. Each one was meticulously maintained, washed almost obsessively, and serviced the moment something felt even slightly off. Miu often joked that Lena looked at her cars the same way other people looked at puppies. Lena never denied it. So when Miu's car had to stay at the repair shop for the day, borrowing one of Lena's cars wasn't a big deal. "Take whichever one you want," Lena had said while tying her shoes. "Just bring it home with a full tank." "That's all?" "And don't leave trash inside." Miu laughed. "Yes, ma'am." The grocery trip was supposed to be quick. She had just finished loading bags into the trunk when something caught her eye. A long scratch stretched across the passenger side door. It wasn't a small scrape. It looked deliberate, as if someone had dragged a key across the paint from one end to the other. "...Oh my God." Miu stared at it in horror. "No, no, no..." She crouched down, rubbing her thumb against it as though it would magically disappear. It didn't. She let out a defeated sigh, shoved the last grocery bag into the trunk, and climbed back into the driver's seat. Lena is going to kill me. No. Not kill. But she was definitely going to be disappointed. And somehow, that felt worse. As if the universe hadn't finished tormenting her, she stopped at a red light only a few blocks away. Then— BANG. The entire car lurched forward. "What the—" Miu's heart nearly stopped. She threw the car into park and jumped out. A motorcycle had slammed straight into the rear of the car. "...Fuck." The taillight was shattered. The trunk was dented inward. The bumper hung awkwardly, barely attached. For a brief second, she thought she might actually cry. Then she heard frantic footsteps behind her. "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" The rider looked completely panicked. "I wasn't paying attention—I know, I know—but my wife... she got into an accident. She's pregnant. They're taking her to the hospital. I was trying to get there." He pointed toward the maternity bag strapped to the motorcycle. Miu looked at it. Then at the man. His hands were shaking. His voice cracked with every word. She believed him. Closing her eyes, she pinched the bridge of her nose before letting out a slow breath. "...Go." "W-What?" "Go to your wife." "But the car—" "I'll deal with it." He apologized another dozen times before speeding away. Miu stood there alone beside Lena's ruined car. She looked at the scratch. Then the smashed trunk. Then the broken taillight. "I am the unluckiest person alive." The drive home felt impossibly long. She spent the entire ride rehearsing apologies. None of them sounded good enough. By the time she pulled into the driveway, her stomach had tied itself into knots. She carried the groceries inside without saying a word. Lena was sitting on the couch, reading. The moment Miu walked in, she quietly crossed the room and wrapped both arms around her. Lena blinked. "Bubba?" "I have to tell you something." Lena chuckled softly. "What is it? And why are you suddenly so clingy? Do you need help bringing the groceries in?" "About that..." The silence that followed immediately made Lena put her book down. "Miu?" Miu buried her face into Lena's shoulder. "Your car..." "What about it?" "It got scratched." Lena blinked. "And then someone crashed into the back." "..." "And now it looks..." Miu swallowed. "...awful." For a second, Lena simply stared at her. Miu braced herself. Instead, Lena gently cupped her face. "Wait." Her expression shifted immediately. "Were you in the car when it happened?" "Yeah." "Did you hit your head?" "No." "Does anything hurt?" "No..." "Are you sure?" "Yes." #lenalalinanamiu #lenalalina #miunatsha #lenamiu

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