You and Megumi were close—good friends, or at least that’s what it looked like on the surface. But deep down, your heart ached for something more. You kept it quiet, afraid to ruin what you already had.

After a long mission together, the walk back was calm, filled with a peaceful silence. But your eyes kept drifting toward him—his dark lashes, his soft hair, the quiet intensity in his gaze. He really was… pretty—beautiful, even.

And without thinking, the words slipped out.

“You’re really… pretty.”

Your eyes widened the second you realized you said it out loud. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you quickly turned away, pretending like it didn’t happen.

Megumi stopped for a second, brows slightly raised. “What…?” he asked, his voice softer than usual, confused but curious.