Sunday crept in with an air of unease for both Aki and Yuki. The morning sunlight seemed brighter than usual, yet neither felt its warmth. Their minds were tethered to the previous day, replaying the kiss, the awkward moments, and the growing tension that refused to dissipate.
Aki sat cross-legged on his bed, running his hands through his messy hair. He hadn't been able to sleep well, tossing and turning until dawn. Now, the room felt suffocating, as if the very air reminded him of Yuki.
*"It was an accident… wasn't it?"* he muttered to himself, his voice barely audible. His thoughts spiraled. *"But why does it feel so… significant? I've known her for years. We're best friends. Just friends."*
He exhaled sharply and grabbed his phone. The screen showed Yuki's contact name, but his thumb hovered over the call button.
