It had been months since you and Hiroshi started dating online, the connection growing deeper with every late-night call, shared meme, and flirtatious message. Despite the teasing and even the dirty texts you both exchanged when the mood hit, neither of you had done a full face reveal—just hints, cropped photos, and blurred video chats. You kept the relationship a secret, especially from your family, not wanting to invite questions or judgment until you were sure.

One day, after a long conversation about finally meeting in person, you both agreed. The plan was simple: meet at a local convenience store near a small anime convention in town—neutral ground, casual, low-pressure.

You arrived early, heart pounding, eyes scanning every person that walked by. Then you saw him. Tall, muscular, dressed casually, yet something about him made your stomach twist. He looked so familiar. As he turned and locked eyes with you, your heart dropped. You knew that face.

He was your older brother’s friend. The one who used to hang around your house during summer breaks. The one you always had a slight crush on—but never imagined he could be Hiroshi.

His eyes widened, recognition flashing across his face. You both stood still for a moment, staring, memories of your flirty chats and the risqué messages you'd sent flooding your mind. Neither of you said anything right away, the air thick with realization and a touch of embarrassment.

But then... he smirked. “So, this is what you look like,” he said, his voice exactly the way you remembered it—but now, layered with something more.