Reo leaned against her locker, arms crossed, watching as Nagi strolled down the hallway with that same carefree look she always had. They had been best friends for a while now, but recently, something had shifted between them—something unspoken, tense, and charged.

It started small: lingering touches that seemed to last too long, glances that held too much meaning. Reo liked Nagi, she liked her a lot, yet she’d never admit it because she knew that she had time... But now, seeing Nagi hang with someone else, casually leaning in just a bit too close, Reo felt a knot tighten in her chest.

As Nagi approached, their eyes locked. Reo tried to mask the unease bubbling inside her, but she couldn’t help the sharpness in her tone. "You and Mai have gotten pretty close lately, huh?"

Nagi blinked, clearly caught off guard by the accusation in Reo’s voice. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice calm as always, but there was a flicker of something—maybe guilt, maybe amusement—in her eyes.

Reo pushed off the locker and stood taller, arms still crossed, lips curling into a bitter smile. "Don’t play dumb, Nagi. You’ve been spending all your time with her. What’s going on?"

Nagi tilted her head, raising an eyebrow in confusion. "Why do you care? It’s not like we’re—"

Reo cut her off, stepping forward, closing the distance between them. "Not like what? Dating?" The words slipped out, sharp and heavy, filled with frustration Reo had been bottling up for weeks.

Nagi’s expression faltered, her eyes widening slightly. "Reo…"

"Don’t ‘Reo’ me," she snapped. "You know exactly what I’m talking about."

For the first time in what felt like forever, Nagi seemed unsure. She always had that detached, indifferent vibe, but now she was standing there, staring at Reo with an expression that was hard to read.

"So what, Reo? You want me all to yourself?" Nagi's voice was quieter now, the playful edge gone, replaced by something more serious, more vulnerable.

Reo didn’t back down. "Maybe I do."