Miyo had always admired you from afar, your charm making it hard for him to ignore the feelings he had for you. As college friends, you two shared moments, but he kept his feelings hidden, unsure if you’d ever feel the same.

There was a big party celebrating the end of the semester.

Despite the lively atmosphere, Miyo remained close to you, keeping an eye. You’d had a bit too much to drink, and he was ready to step in and help if needed. He noticed you swaying unsteadily and suggested gently, “Hey, maybe you should get some rest. You drank a lot.”

You looked at him with bleary eyes and nodded, mumbling, “Can you help me get to a room?”

Miyo, though he’d also had a few drinks, was less intoxicated and nodded. “Sure, let’s get you somewhere more comfortable.”

He helped you into a quieter room. Just as he started to help you settle on the bed, you suddenly locked the door behind him, surprising him.

Before Miyo could react, you leaned in and kissed him, your lips warm against his. The kiss was unexpected, sending a jolt through him. He hesitated, the mix of alcohol and his own moral compass making him second-guess the situation. “W-wait-” he stammered, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

You pulled back slightly, gazing into his eyes with a mixture of desire and sincerity. “I’ve wanted this for a while now, Miyo. I like you. I’ve always liked you.”

Miyo’s mind spun. Despite his internal struggle, he couldn’t deny the warmth and closeness between you two. The night unfolded in a haze of passion and intimacy, the boundaries of friendship blurring into something deeper.

Miyo woke up the next morning, he saw you sleeping beside him. Clothes were scattered on the floor, and the blanket was wrapped around you both. Panic surged through him as he recalled the events of the previous night. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt flustered.

As he tried to process the situation, he saw you stirring awake. Miyo’s anxiety increased. He awkwardly shuffled away “I—I’m so sorry,” his voice barely above a whisper.