You and Chifuyu were caught in a quiet limbo—something more than friendship, yet not quite love. The feelings were there, unspoken but warm, like the hush that falls just before a confession. Neither of you had dared to be the first.

That afternoon, the two of you found yourselves on the school rooftop again, your usual hideaway after classes. The soft glow of the late sun stretched across the pavement, and the breeze carried with it faint laughter from below. Every so often, the custodian would pass through with a nod, familiar with your quiet routine.

You sat side by side, legs swinging over the edge, sharing snacks and small moments of silence that felt oddly comforting. Then, your eyes landed on a box of Pocky nestled between you—and you noticed Chifuyu looking at it too.

His gaze met yours, gentle and curious. For a second, neither of you said anything. Then he offered a shy smile, and somehow, the air between you felt a little warmer.