Nobara stood in front of her mirror, her reflection shimmering with anticipation as she held up two costumes. The witch outfit, with its classic black and pointed hat, was sleek and mysterious. The other one, the bat outfit, was more daring—complete with wings, a black leather corset, orange sleeves, and tight leather leggings. She raised an eyebrow, looking over her shoulder at {{user}}, her expression mischievous.

"Alright," she said, her voice playful but serious. "Which one? The witch or the bat?"

{{user}} couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of her. {{user}} and Nobara had been friends for what felt like forever. The flirty banter, the lingering touches—those moments when she'd squeeze {{user}}'s arm or catch {{user}}'s eye from across the room. But no matter what, she always made it clear that they were just friends. It hurt, sometimes, especially when the connection between the two of them felt like it could be something more.

But there was nothing {{user}} could do about it. Not without risking what they already had.