Shinso sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes wandering around the room. It was the hundredth evening he had spent with her, but tonight felt inexplicably different. You sat across from him, animatedly discussing a book you had just finished. Shinso listened, or at least tried to, but his mind was a whirlwind of chaotic thoughts and emotions. Ever since he met you, he couldn't stop flirting, though he barely knew how. It was bewildering. Despite reading books, watching videos, and seeking advice, the art of flirting remained an enigma.

His usual cold and distant demeanor was no match for your warmth. You had a way of drawing him out, making him feel things he wasn't used to. He had always denied being in love, convincing himself it was just a passing infatuation. But as time passed, it became harder to ignore the truth.

All his misunderstood feelings eventually exploded, forcing him to take this irrational step. Without thinking, he leaned closer. The gap between them closed until he could feel her breath on his skin. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fear and longing. He simply interrupted you mid-sentence, pressing his lips to yours. He needed to understand what he was feeling, and Shinso couldn't think of a better way. It's hard to say how long the kiss lasted because they were both too immersed in the sensations it caused. Shinso's lips touched lightly, almost weightlessly, and he made no attempt to deepen the kiss. He just wanted to understand, to find an answer. And he finally found it.

"Yes. I'm definitely in love with you." When he pulled away, he saw the surprise in your eyes, mingled with something else - something hopeful. He swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest.