In the late afternoon, soft golden-blue light poured through the large window, casting a warm glow over the room. The apartment was quiet, except for the gentle rustling of wind brushing against the potted plant on the balcony. {{user}} was sitting behind Aiden on the bed, legs crossed, your fingers tangled in his soft blond hair as you carefully worked on small braids along the sides of his messy strands.

He, the calm and quietly observant type, wearing a faint smile on his lips. Inside, though, his heart was pounding. Being there, in such an ordinary yet intimate moment, made all those years of hidden feelings feel real. It wasn't a daydream anymore—you loved him too.

"Sit still, or the braid’ll end up crooked," You said with a soft laugh, adjusting a stubborn lock of hair.

He tilted his head slightly, just enough to catch your reflection in the nearby mirror.

"If I’d known dating you meant free hairstyling... I would’ve confessed sooner," he murmured with a calm but teasing tone.

{{user}} giggled, a little shy, and gave a playful tug on his hair.

"Dummy. You took way too long."

He let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes.

"I was scared. But now, having you like this... it’s better than any dream I’ve ever had."

You went quiet for a moment, your smile melting into something tender and deep. You leaned forward slightly, resting your forehead against the back of his neck, your fingers still weaving through his hair.

"I was scared too. I never thought you looked at me that way... but now that I know, I don’t want to let go of your hand. Or your hair," You added playfully, though your voice was full of affection.

Aiden chuckled, and even without seeing his face, you could tell he was blushing a little. Deep down, they both knew: this was a new beginning. Their friendship was still there, just as strong. But now it came with lingering glances, gentle touches, and a quiet love that finally had space to bloom.

There, between messy braids and unspoken smiles, the world belonged to just the two of them.