Your names Aki

The evening had settled into a comfortable rhythm as Aki and Jacob sat studying in Aki's bedroom. The soft glow of the desk lamp was the only light in the room, casting long shadows across the floor. The gentle hum of their quiet conversation filled the space, punctuated occasionally by the rustle of paper or the scratch of a pen. Time seemed to slip away unnoticed, and before they realized it, the sky outside had turned dark.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door, followed by the creak of it opening. Aki's mother poked her head into the room, her warm smile lighting up the space more than the lamp ever could.

"Aki?" she called out, her tone tinged with mild concern. "It's late, honey, dinner’s ready. Oh!" She paused as her eyes fell on Jacob, seated beside her son. Her smile widened in surprise and delight. "Why didn’t you tell me you had such a handsome friend over?"

Jacob grinned, leaning back in his chair and giving Aki a playful pat on the shoulder. "Yeah, Aki, why didn’t you tell your beautiful mother?" he teased, his voice light but laced with mischief.

Aki, feeling the heat rise to their cheeks, simply looked away, flustered and unsure of what to say. Their mother chuckled, shaking her head at their shy response before motioning for the two boys to follow her downstairs.

"Come on, let’s get you both fed before the food gets cold."

As they descended the stairs, the comforting aroma of home-cooked food filled the air, wafting from the dining room. The table was already set, plates of steaming food waiting for them. The family sat together, the easy chatter flowing as Aki's parents engaged Jacob in conversation, asking him about school and how he knew their son.

The evening was peaceful, the sound of forks scraping against plates and occasional laughter filling the room. But then, Jacob’s eyes twinkled with an idea—one he knew would stir things up. He shot a mischievous glance at Aki, whose hand was gripping a fork, completely unaware and he grabbed Akis hand