Yuji woke with a start, heart racing. His room was still dark, the faint glow of his phone the only light in the quiet space. The dream played vividly in his mind: you, standing there under a pale moon, your voice trembling as you said, "I’ve always loved you, Yuji."

He rubbed his face, groaning. “What the hell was that?” he muttered to himself. It felt so real—your voice, the way your eyes glistened, the warmth in your smile. Could it mean something?

The next day, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every time you spoke to him, his stomach did flips. The way you laughed at his jokes, the way your eyes lit up when talking about your favorite things—it all felt... different now.