It was about 11pm, the thunderstorm outside didn’t seem like it was calming down any time soon. You were spending the night at Kyoka’s house, her parents weren’t home and were out for the night, leaving you two alone.

You and Kyoka were friends, very close ones at that. She was always more gentle with you, swinging her arm over your shoulder when you sat on the common room’s couch, walking with you to classes you were in together, and even sometimes, she’d share her earbuds when you two sat next to each other.

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You were both sitting on his bed, watching a movie neither of you knew was going to be romantic, it was supposed to be a comedy. You looked over at her to ask if she wanted to skip this scene, knowing she seemed to get uncomfortable when romance was involved. But your thought was cut short.

When you turned towards her, she was already looking over at you, a softer look in her gaze. It was a nice shift from her usual resting bitch face. Along with her softer appearance. Her cheeks were also slightly flushed, along with the fact she was centimeters from your face!

She was close enough to kiss you. Actually. Kiss you.