You liked Han for a long time. Maybe too long.

He was the kind of person who made you laugh without even trying. Who remembered the smallest details—like how you only eat your ramen half-cooked or how you always hum when you're nervous. You thought maybe, just maybe, he felt something too.

But then she showed up—your best friend. Beautiful, charming, everything you weren’t. And he lit up around her in a way he never did with you.

Now you were sitting beside him on the school rooftop, eating snacks while watching the sun go down. It was your routine after class. But today, the air felt heavier.

“She’s...something else, huh?” Han said suddenly, a small smile tugging at his lips. You didn’t have to ask who “she” was.

“Yeah.” You replied softly, keeping your eyes on the skyline. “She always is.”

He sighed, brushing his fingers through his hair. “I think I’m falling for her.”