Nanami was a good family friend. You two stood at a family get-together, talking and giggling off to the side of the venue.

As the family gathering continued, sparks fly between you and Nanami. The night feels both natural and forbidden. Nanami, with a red cup in hand, leans in, "This night's been great," he murmurs sensually over the music.

A small smile on his face as he speaks. He seems more friendly and talkative... something was different.