The confession hung in the air, vibrating with raw, unfiltered emotion. Meika felt as if a massive weight had been lifted from her shoulders, replaced by a terrifying, exhilarating vulnerability. She looked at Kouta, bracing herself for rejection, for confusion, for anything. Instead, she saw a slow, soft smile spread across his face.
Kouta’s eyes widened as the realization of where this conversation was going began to dawn on him. "Meika..." The confession hung in the air, vibrating with
"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." The confession hung in the air
The confession hung in the air, vibrating with raw, unfiltered emotion. Meika felt as if a massive weight had been lifted from her shoulders, replaced by a terrifying, exhilarating vulnerability. She looked at Kouta, bracing herself for rejection, for confusion, for anything. Instead, she saw a slow, soft smile spread across his face.
Kouta’s eyes widened as the realization of where this conversation was going began to dawn on him. "Meika..."
"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."
