Meika-san stood in the middle of the quiet classroom, clutching a thermos of freshly brewed green tea so tightly her knuckles turned white. The afternoon sun filtered through the windows, casting a warm, golden glow over the empty desks, but did nothing to melt the icy ball of nerves sitting in her stomach.
"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!" ❤️ Meika-san stood in the middle of the quiet
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. "I can't conceal how I feel
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. Then, he took her hands in his
"You really are terrible at hiding things, you know," Kouta said softly, his thumb tracing light circles on the back of her hand. "I’ve known for a while. And I've been waiting for you to be ready to tell me."