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Fighting To Be Kind

Kind Of First Timers In Love

At 25, Fuyumi Haruno's love life has been nonexistent since high school, with fleeting crushes and no real connections. Now working as an editorial assistant at a publishing company, she spends her days lost in books and comics. One Sunday, while browsing the bookstore, she encounters a man—one of the cutest she’s ever seen. Their brief exchange about manga leaves her flustered, and she regrets not saying more when he walks away, unsure if she’ll ever see him again. Hirono Matsumoto, 28, hasn’t been in love since his first high school relationship and now lives a quiet life, spending his weekends with friends and his weekdays working as a software developer. During a routine trip to the bookstore, he notices a girl intently studying manga. After offering his opinion on one of the books, he worries he rambled too much and might’ve scared her off. He leaves wondering if their paths will cross again—or if it was just a fleeting moment. As Fuyumi and Hirono continue to cross paths, the spark between them is undeniable, but neither quite knows how to handle it. Their accidental meetings are filled with that awkward charm—neither oblivious to the tension, but both unsure how to navigate it. Fuyumi hasn’t felt this way in years, and Fuyumi is just as out of practice. Still, with each shy smile and hesitant word, the connection grows, and though neither of them knows exactly where this will lead, they can’t help but laugh at how awkward, yet undeniably sweet, their encounters have become.
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Dare to Be Mine

She hadn’t expected to be cornered like this, not here, not now. His tall frame loomed over her, blocking any escape as he stood inches from her, pinning her to the wall with his presence alone. His hand rested just above her head, his fingers brushing the cool surface of the locker, creating a barrier that trapped her in place. Her breath caught, her heart thundering in her chest as she realized how little space was left between them. His eyes were dark, full of something she couldn’t decipher but desperately wanted to understand. He stared at her, not saying anything at first, just letting the silence stretch between them. She could feel her pulse race, her face flushing, her body frozen, even though she wanted to push him away. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, his voice smooth, teasing, and filled with a challenge. There was something in the way he spoke, something that made her stomach twist with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Her hands hung at her sides, unsure whether to push against his chest or hold herself back. She couldn’t tell if she wanted him to step closer or if she just wanted to run far away from the intensity that radiated from him. “Stop…” she murmured, but the word felt too weak, too powerless against the gravity pulling them together. “What do you want from me?” His lips curled into a small, almost predatory smile. “I want you to stop pretending you don’t feel it,” he said softly, his gaze never leaving hers. His closeness was suffocating, but in the most intoxicating way. The tension between them was palpable, like a storm ready to break. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing as if they were the only two people in the world. She wanted to fight back, wanted to be strong and resist, but something in her—something deep inside—kept her rooted to the spot. He was her classmate, the guy everyone knew, the one with that effortless confidence that made all the girls swoon. And now here he was, making her feel things she wasn’t sure how to deal with. Her hands trembled, caught between pushing him away and giving in to the wild, dizzying pull she felt toward him. She was terrified, but there was also a spark of curiosity, of something she couldn’t quite control. “I’m not… ready for this,” she whispered, though her voice shook with uncertainty. “I don’t even know what you’re doing.” He didn’t answer right away, his gaze softening just enough to let her know that he was listening, that he wasn’t in a rush. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against her cheek. “I think you do,” he murmured. “You just don’t want to admit it yet.” Amidst the whirlwind of school friendships, and the pressure. Can anyone dare to be open to the possibility with someone who seems so unreachable?
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