The Yakushima breeze brushed the open curtains of the room, letting in the damp scent of the forest after the rain. The house was quiet, barely illuminated by the soft golden light of the lamps, and at the center of it all—as if she had always been part of that place—stood Jun. With a cup of tea in her hands, she leaned against the doorframe, watching you.

She had that particular twinkle in her eyes that she used when she was plotting something, when the silence gave space to her most mischievous thoughts. She said nothing at first, just smiled with that mix of sweetness and cheekiness that knew exactly how to disarm you.

"Are you going to stand there staring at me all night?" she would finally say, but not out loud; you could read it in her expression, in the way she leaned closer, letting the subtle brush of her arm against yours speak louder than any words.

There was no need to define anything, or to break the spell with confessions. Your relationship hovered between the lines, between the sighs that didn't dare become kisses and the hands that brushed against each other, unwilling to stay still.

Tonight, Jun seemed ready to take the conversation to another level... but only if you wanted it too. And from the way she gently bit her lower lip as she handed you another cup of tea... I knew you were considering it.