"But I can't do it anymore!" she burst out, the words flying from her lips before she could stop them. "I can't conceal how I feel! Every time you smile at me, every time you praise my cooking, every time you just stand there being you ... it feels like my heart is going to explode!" ❤️
"Kouta-kun," she started, her voice shaking slightly before she found her footing. "I didn't ask you here to talk about chores, or school, or anything like that." Kouta blinked, tilting his head. "Then what is it?"
Kouta took a step toward her, reaching out to gently take the thermos from her trembling hands and setting it on a nearby desk. Then, he took her hands in his. They were warm, steady, and grounding. "But I can't do it anymore
Meika took a deep breath, feeling the familiar, frantic thumping of her heart against her ribs. She looked at him—really looked at him—and felt the wave of affection that she had tried so hard to suppress for months. It was overwhelming, terrifying, and absolutely beautiful. ⚡
She took a step forward, closing the distance between them. The air in the room suddenly felt thick, charged with an energy that hadn't been there a moment ago. it feels like my heart is going to explode
As Kouta pulled her into a warm embrace, Meika finally let go. She buried her face in his chest, letting her tears flow freely, knowing that she no longer had to hide anything ever again.
Kouta’s eyes widened as the realization of where this conversation was going began to dawn on him. "Meika..." Then, he took her hands in his
"Meika? I got your message. Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.
"But I can't do it anymore!" she burst out, the words flying from her lips before she could stop them. "I can't conceal how I feel! Every time you smile at me, every time you praise my cooking, every time you just stand there being you ... it feels like my heart is going to explode!" ❤️
"Kouta-kun," she started, her voice shaking slightly before she found her footing. "I didn't ask you here to talk about chores, or school, or anything like that." Kouta blinked, tilting his head. "Then what is it?"
Kouta took a step toward her, reaching out to gently take the thermos from her trembling hands and setting it on a nearby desk. Then, he took her hands in his. They were warm, steady, and grounding.
Meika took a deep breath, feeling the familiar, frantic thumping of her heart against her ribs. She looked at him—really looked at him—and felt the wave of affection that she had tried so hard to suppress for months. It was overwhelming, terrifying, and absolutely beautiful. ⚡
She took a step forward, closing the distance between them. The air in the room suddenly felt thick, charged with an energy that hadn't been there a moment ago.
As Kouta pulled her into a warm embrace, Meika finally let go. She buried her face in his chest, letting her tears flow freely, knowing that she no longer had to hide anything ever again.
Kouta’s eyes widened as the realization of where this conversation was going began to dawn on him. "Meika..."
"Meika? I got your message. Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.
