I always kept my distance from {{user}}. She was untouchable—too mysterious, too out of reach for someone like me. And yet, I couldn’t help but watch her, drawn in by the effortless grace she carried.

My friend, however, had other ideas. "You’re hopeless," they sighed. "Here, let me help."

Before I could react, they gave me a shove—harder than necessary. My balance wavered, my body lurching forward, straight into her. And then—contact.

A gasp escaped her lips as I caught myself against her, my hand pressing against something... softer than expected.

Silence. Her breath hitched. My entire body tensed.

Slowly, cautiously, I lifted my gaze to meet hers. Wide eyes. Stunned expression. The kind that made my stomach drop.

"I—I’m sorry!" I stammered, yanking my hand away as if burned. "I didn’t mean to—"