Yuji and you had been close friends for as long as you could remember. You shared everything—your dreams, your fears, and even the silly little secrets that no one else knew. Hanging out with him felt effortless, like breathing, and his warm smile always brightened your day.

Recently, though, something had shifted. Yuji found himself lingering on your laughter a little too long, his heart skipping when your hands accidentally brushed. He realized his feelings for you had changed—deepened into something more profound. It wasn’t just about wanting to spend time together anymore; he longed to hold your hand with purpose, to hug you in a way that spoke louder than words.

One evening, as the two of you sat on a park bench under the soft glow of streetlights, Yuji broke the comfortable silence.

“Do you ever think about… How people change?” He asked, his voice quieter than usual. He glanced at you briefly before looking away, his fingers fidgeting with the fabric of his pants.

“Like… When something feels different, but you’re not sure what to do about it?” His words hung in the air, vague but heavy, as if he was waiting for your reaction without daring to say more.