As their friendship deepened, Haruka began to notice a subtle shift in her feelings towards Hinata. The fluttering in her chest, the warmth that spread through her cheeks whenever he was near, the unspoken longing that tugged at her heartstrings.
Hinata, too, found himself drawn to Haruka, her quiet strength and gentle spirit a soothing balm to his restless soul. He admired her passion for literature, her ability to find beauty in the simplest things, and the way she seemed to radiate an inner peace that he had never known.
Their friendship, once a fragile seedling, was now a blossoming flower, its petals unfurling to reveal the delicate colors of love.