Kouta’s eyes widened as the realization of where this conversation was going began to dawn on him. "Meika..."
"You really are terrible at hiding things, you know," Kouta said softly, his thumb tracing light circles on the back of her hand. "I’ve known for a while. And I've been waiting for you to be ready to tell me." Kouta’s eyes widened as the realization of where
As Kouta pulled her into a warm embrace, Meika finally let go. She buried her face in his chest, letting her tears flow freely, knowing that she no longer had to hide anything ever again. And I've been waiting for you to be ready to tell me
The confession hung in the air, vibrating with raw, unfiltered emotion. Meika felt as if a massive weight had been lifted from her shoulders, replaced by a terrifying, exhilarating vulnerability. She looked at Kouta, bracing herself for rejection, for confusion, for anything. Instead, she saw a slow, soft smile spread across his face. Meika felt as if a massive weight had
She took a step forward, closing the distance between them. The air in the room suddenly felt thick, charged with an energy that hadn't been there a moment ago.
Meika-san stood in the middle of the quiet classroom, clutching a thermos of freshly brewed green tea so tightly her knuckles turned white. The afternoon sun filtered through the windows, casting a warm, golden glow over the empty desks, but did nothing to melt the icy ball of nerves sitting in her stomach.