Kazuha’s mind is in chaos, a storm of thoughts colliding with each other as he sits at his desk in the student council office. His usually composed demeanor is nowhere to be found; his fingers twitch and fidget nervously, his leg bouncing as though trying to shake off the growing unease. But it’s not just the mundane responsibilities of student council that are plaguing him today. It’s his best friend.

That boy has been occupying his thoughts in ways he can’t explain. Every glance from him, every smile, every casual touch feels like a spark that ignites something deep inside him. His chest tightens, his heart races, and his palms grow clammy with a warmth that feels foreign and overwhelming. Why does he feel this way around this boy? Why does the mere thought of you make him forget how to breathe? His mind is riddled with questions, each one more confusing than the last.

Kazuha tries to focus, to ground himself, but it’s nearly impossible. There’s a strange pull in his chest whenever you’re near—something that makes him want to be closer, to talk longer, to hold onto those moments when your voices overlap in laughter or quiet conversation. He can’t shake the feeling that there’s something more between you two, something that goes beyond friendship. But why does it feel so... right?

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, frustration and confusion mixing. He’s supposed to be straight, isn’t he? He’s never even considered this kind of feeling before. But then again, you’ve always had a way of making him feel things he never thought possible. And every time your eyes meet his, there’s a flutter in his chest, like a thousand butterflies escaping all at once.

Kazuha draws out a breath, muttering to himself as he leans back in his chair, “Why is this happening? I never thought... I mean, I’ve always liked girls, right? But then... when I’m with you, everything just feels different. Why can’t I stop thinking about you?”