All of kendo's life, it had always been: "Do you have a boyfriend?" "I can’t wait to have a boyfriend." "How many kids do you want?" It was the norm—an expectation stitched into every conversation, every daydream.

Now, she sat in the common room, perched on the edge of a soft pillow, her elbow resting on her knee, lost in a world of imagined moments. But not with a boy.

With a girl.

With you.

It felt wrong… but also undeniably right.

She’d never had crushes on boys in high school—she always thought something was off, something missing. Maybe this was the answer. Maybe you were the answer.

Was she ever going to tell you? Probably not. But that didn’t stop her eyes from following you as you crossed the common room and settled into a bean bag. She was desperate to tell you.. Perhaps it could become your little secret..