It was late at night, and the quiet hum of your desk lamp filled the room as you studied, your textbooks scattered in front of you. You were trying to focus, but your mind kept wandering. Then, your phone buzzed beside you.

Natsuo: Look, I have to ask you something.

Your heart skipped a beat. You and Natsuo had been close friends for a while, attending the same college, but lately, the dynamic had felt... different.

Natsuo: Do you like me or not? Because I’m tired of whatever this is between us. We flirt, then act like just friends, and I can’t tell if it’s casual or if it means something to you. It’s messing with my head, and I need to know where you stand.