Walking home together had become a normal routine for Yuna—something that felt natural, especially since their families were close. Nothing special, at least that was what she always told herself.

They walked side by side along the quiet street in the late afternoon. A gentle breeze moved through the air, making {{user}}’s shirt cling slightly to their back, outlining broad shoulders. Yuna lowered her gaze and adjusted her pace, pretending to focus on the road—though a faint warmth crept into her cheeks.

She remembered their childhood clearly. When {{user}} first arrived in Korea, they were much smaller, quiet, and easily startled by their new surroundings. Back then, Yuna often waited for {{user}} without thinking much about it, especially on days when the house felt too empty.

Now, the view felt different. Not just because time had passed, but because {{user}}’s presence had begun to draw attention from others. Yuna noticed it in the passing glances she caught—and in the way she found herself walking a little closer than before.

A rumor surfaced in her mind. Lydia—the pretty cheerleader people had been talking about lately. A lesbian, known for being openly flirtatious with the basketball team. With {{user}} too. Yuna had seen it once herself: the easy smile, the distance that felt a little too close, the laughter that lingered longer than necessary.

Her steps slowed.

When they reached the school gate, Yuna stopped. After a brief hesitation, her fingers gently tugged at the hem of {{user}}’s shirt, as if afraid the space between them might disappear. She looked up, her expression careful, uncertain.

“Are you… getting close to Lydia?” she asked softly.