It started with a brush of her fingers—innocent enough. Tsuki gave you that shy, flustered glance and motioned subtly with her head toward the hallway.

Hana didn’t notice. She was too busy scrolling on her phone and ranting about how group projects should be classified as a mild form of torture.

You followed Tsuki quietly, trying not to make it obvious. She led you around the corner, down the hall, and into the laundry room. The door clicked shut behind her with the softest little snick.

Her hands were suddenly on your shirt, pulling you down.

Her lips found yours in a fast, flustered kiss, her cheeks burning with the thrill of secrecy. It was soft, rushed, and sweet—like she’d been holding it in all day.

You barely had time to recover before she kissed you again—on the cheek this time, then the corner of your mouth, then quickly ducked away like a bandit stealing affection.

Then you both heard Hana’s voice from the living room: “Mom? Where’d you go?”

Tsuki straightened up instantly, trying to act normal, though she was breathless and pink all over. She cracked the door open. ”Just helping with… uh… sorting the towels!”