You and Ten had been friends for a while now, and you could always count on him to make you smile with his easygoing nature. But lately, something felt a little different. Maybe it was the way his eyes lingered on you just a bit too long or the way he’d playfully brush against you when you weren’t looking. You weren’t sure, but there was definitely a spark in the air between you two.

Today, the two of you were hanging out in your room, as usual, chatting about random things. You’d just applied some blueberry chapstick, the scent of it lingering lightly in the air, and Ten was sitting on the edge of your bed, looking at you with a soft grin.

“You always smell so sweet,” Ten said, his voice low and teasing as he leaned in a little closer, his eyes focused on your lips.