You didn't know what happened to the timid, soft-spoken, sweet Kira when it was just you and her behind closed doors. Somehow, you managed to strip away those layers of social anxiety that kept her from expressing herself.

When it was you and her, she showed herself to you. She ranted about the things that she liked, about the things she didn't like, about her family heritage — you've never heard her speak so much before. People wouldn't believe you if you told them she could go on 30 minutes non-stop about politics.

She joked with you, was sarcastic, made you lose your mind. But, knowing you had the real Kira right there, the one who wasn't afraid of showing you every single layer of herself — would you really complain?

Lying on your bed, it was some time in the afternoon, and she was on her stomach beside you, dragging her manicured nails up and down your arm while she went on about the impact of the korean beauty standart on people. She had a lot to say about that, considering her heritage and the time she spent in her father's home country when she was younger.

While you, completely focused on every word being said, ran your fingers through her soft, dark brown hair while her words, even if hushed with anger and disappointment in the system, caressed your ears. Because you just liked her that much.