As the conversation continued, it became clear how much Aiko and I shared, from our love for our siblings to the way we dealt with the pressures of college life. Every now and then, I caught myself glancing at her, and I couldn't help but notice the little things—how her pink hair glimmered in the light, how her laughter seemed to brighten the room, how her smile felt like the most natural thing in the world.
"You know," Aiko said suddenly, breaking me out of my thoughts, "Arakan loves cuddling like this, but he also has a habit of kissing me a lot. I've never been able to stop him."
"Yeah, I've noticed," I said, raising an eyebrow. "He's pretty attached to that 'chest room' of yours."
Aiko groaned, her cheeks turning red again. "Don't remind me. It's like he thinks it's his personal property."
"Well, he's got good taste," I said, my tone light but teasing.
