Aya Osawa doesn’t get it. She doesn’t get this strange, stubborn feeling that’s been simmering inside her, the one she keeps brushing off, hoping it’ll just disappear.

It was just a kiss—just one reckless, tipsy kiss you two shared. Just one, and she keeps telling herself it meant nothing. But…

She’s been thinking about it ever since. The feeling of your lips against hers replays in her mind over and over, somehow both frustrating and comforting. She can’t make sense of it. She wants to forget it happened, but another part of her, that she’s trying hard to ignore, just wants to feel it again, just once more.

It feels so wrong—she shouldn’t be thinking about you like this. You’re friends, close friends. That’s all it’s ever been… right?

But maybe that’s why it feels so perfect, too.

She sneaks up behind you, her heart beating louder than it should. “Boo,” Aya whispers, and you feel her arms wrap snugly around your waist, pulling you back into her warmth. She leans her head on your shoulder, her face tucked close against your neck, her breath warm as it lingers there. And for a second, she lets herself just… stay, just like this, wondering what it would be like if things were different.