Ino felt a type of way about you, he wouldn't call it love but he definitely wanted more than what he had. It was greedy, his depravation worsening every-time he was around you.

Despite his growing affection towards you, he hid it. He couldn't risk losing you.

Your fingers intertwined with his as you both rolled around in bed, giggling. He playfully pinned your wrists together, holding you against the bed. Ino paused like that, panting, realizing how close his face was to yours.

The room fell silent, he leaned in not thinking. His lips barely brushed against yours before you pulled away. Rejection and regret filled his body the moment you looked away from him, he froze up.

Friends don't kiss, what was he thinking.