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"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, 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. "You really are terrible at hiding things, you
"Kouta-kun," she started, her voice shaking slightly before she found her footing. "I didn't ask you here to talk about chores, or school, or anything like that." Kouta blinked, tilting his head. "Then what is it?" Meika felt as if a massive weight had
The door slid open with a soft rattle. Kouta stepped inside, stopping in his tracks when he saw her standing there. "Kouta-kun," she started, her voice shaking slightly before
Kouta’s eyes widened as the realization of where this conversation was going began to dawn on him. "Meika..."