Today was the day she had promised herself she would finally be honest. No more playing the perfect, composed maid. No more hiding behind polite smiles and deflected glances.
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. ⚡
"I've spent so much time trying to be what I thought you needed," Meika said, her gaze locked onto his. "I tried to keep my distance. I tried to be professional. I tried to convince myself that my feelings didn't matter as long as I could stay by your side." Today was the day she had promised herself
Meika blinked, tears blurring her vision. "You... you knew?"
"I knew," he confirmed, leaning in closer until she could smell the faint scent of laundry detergent on his uniform. "Because I feel the exact same way about you, Meika. I love you. All of you. Emotions and all." Meika took a deep breath, feeling the familiar,
The door slid open with a soft rattle. Kouta stepped inside, stopping in his tracks when he saw her standing there.
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. ⚡ "I've spent so much time trying to
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.