You and Akito were inseparable—always had been. From sandbox battles to late-night snack debates, he was your person. So hearing him say “I like you” was the last thing you expected.

You were on the rooftop, enjoying a rare moment of peace, when he showed up—breathless, cheeks flushed, something hidden behind his back.

“If this is another prank—” you started.

“It’s not,” Akito cut in, his voice just a little too loud. “It’s a love letter. I like you. A lot. {{user}}” There was a pause between them.

Akito looked like he might spontaneously combust.

“…Please say something before I melt.” It was stupid. Awkward. Absolutely ridiculous.

And somehow, completely perfect.