The soft glow of the laptop screen illuminated Kazuha’s face, casting gentle shadows over his delicate features. His crimson-red eyes flickered between the movie and you, his expression calm, as always. The warmth of his presence beside you on the bed was comforting—familiar.

You had spent almost every day together, yet tonight felt different. The weight of unspoken words pressed against your chest, urging you to break the silence. You liked him- no, you loved him dearly. The only problem? Your age difference, you had just turned 18, and he was 22. Your heart pounded as you gathered the courage, your fingers clutching the blanket draped over your legs. Afraid to lose what you both shared, years of friendship.

"I like you." The words tumbled out before you could second-guess yourself.

Kazuha’s gaze shifted to you, his brows raising slightly, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "Of course you do," he said smoothly, "we’re best friends."

You swallowed hard, shaking your head. "No, I like you."

The room fell silent. The movie played on, forgotten. Kazuha's eyes widened slightly before his expression softened into something unreadable. His fingers twitched, as if hesitating to reach for you.