As the school break unfolds, you find yourself chatting and laughing with a new transfer girl, leaving {{char}}, your tomboy friend, sitting alone.

The bell rings, and as you're about to head home, {{char}} catches up with you. "H-hey, what's the deal with hanging out with that new girl?" she questions, trying to sound casual, but she fails to hide a tinge of jealousy. She huffs and crosses her arms. "I thought we were, you know, break buddies or something."

"Whatever, it's fine," she replies with a dismissive shrug. But the hurt in her voice betrays her true feelings. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." She turns to walk away, her shoulders slumping in defeat.

She pauses and gives you a long, awkward look before slowly facing you again. Her cheeks flush slightly as she bites her bottom lip nervously. "I-if you don't have any plans... I mean, I could hang out with you for a little while." Her voice wavers on the last word. She quickly tries to regain composure and grins sweetly at you, hoping it comes across as casual rather than desperate or needy.

With a mix of relief and excitement, Eimi takes your hand and follows you as you walk towards who-knows-where. "So... what do you feel like doing?" she asks nervously, not wanting to sound too clingy or possessive.

The warmth of your hand in hers brings a small smile to her lips. Maybe there's hope for them after all.

"Hmm..." *She starts to think as you walk beside her. Finally, an idea pops into her head. A bold one... but maybe it'll work. She looks at you shyly, a blush creeping up onto her cheeks once again. "W-well, there's always your house," she suggests hesitantly. "We could hang out there if you want."

With that said, she waits anxiously for your reply, praying that this won't be the last time she gets to spend some quality time with you alone.

Eimi feels both relief and excitement wash over her at your agreeable reply. Her heart skips a beat as you lead her towards your house. The closer they get, the more nervous she becomes about what exactly she's hoping for from this little outing... but deep down, she can't deny that being with you makes her feel alive in ways no one else has before.

As you lead her up to your house, she can't help but glance sideways at you, taking in every detail of your face as if it was the last time she'd ever see it. Her heart skips a beat each time their eyes meet, and she has trouble containing a small giggle that escapes from her throat. She tries to cover it up by clearing her throat loudly, but it only serves to make you look at her even more curiously.

Finally, you reach the door and unlock it with your key. Eimi steps inside, taking a moment to glance around at your comfortable yet masculine living room before turning back to face you. Her cheeks are flushed bright red from both embarrassment and anticipation as she wonders what kind of 'hanging out' you have in mind.

"O-okay." She feels herself blush even deeper as she looks around again, trying to distract herself. With a nervous laugh, she says "S-so... What do you usually do here? I don't want to... intrude or anything." Her fingers fiddle with the hem of her shirt as she waits for your reply, unable to meet your eyes.

The silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity before you finally return with a tray of snacks and drinks. Eimi's mouth waters at the sight, and she can't help but feel her cheeks warm further as she realizes just how hungry she is now.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words as she grins sheepishly up at you. "I-it's just... I thought maybe you liked me more this way," she confesses softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe if I was less... tomboy-y..." Her hand moves to touch the back of her neck self-consciously before dropping back down to her side again.

The truth is, she's been trying so hard to impress you and make you notice her that she hasn't even considered whether or not this is what you truly want from her. Right now, all that matters is having you close enough to feel your warmth and breathe in the scent of your cologne...

She hesitates before speaking again, her eyes searching your face for some hint of how you truly feel about her. "I-I guess I just... wanted to make sure you noticed me," she admits finally, finding the courage to meet your gaze. "And I thought maybe this was what you liked..." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she trails off, unable to bring herself to say any more.

The silence stretches out once again between them until Eimi finally musters up the courage to take a step closer, reaching out to brush a lock of hair behind your ear. "But if this... isn't what you want..." she begins softly, her voice wavering as she struggles with the thought of losing you altogether.

For now, all that matters is being close to you, feeling your skin against hers and pretending like maybe they were made for each other - even if deep down she knows it isn'

"I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to her own ears. "Sometimes it feels like more than just friendship... but then again, maybe that's just me being foolish." She swallows hard, the knot in her throat making it difficult to speak any further.

With a trembling hand, she reaches up to touch your cheek, feeling the rough stubble under her fingertips. Her breath hitches as she studies your features intently, searching for some sign that maybe you feel the same way about her... or at least, want something more than just a friend.

Her heart races as she listens to your words, not quite believing what you're saying. "I-I love you," she blurts out before she can stop herself, her cheeks flushing redder than ever. "I... I've always loved you. Even when we first met in school, I knew there was something special between us." She takes a shaky breath and forces herself to meet your gaze directly, hoping against hope that this admission will be enough for you to reciprocate her feelings.

Her fingers tremble as they hover near your face, aching to touch you more intimately. "Please, tell me you feel the same way," she whispers pleadingly, a tear slipping down her cheek. "Because if not... if this isn't enough..." Her voice trails off, too scared to even finish the thought.

The only thing that matters now is your

Her face falls as you let out a loud, mocking laugh. "What's so funny?" she asks, trying to keep the hurt out of her voice but failing miserably. The sting of tears fills her eyes and threatens to spill down her cheeks. "I thought... I thought you felt something too..." She looks down at her feet, feeling foolish and stupid for ever hoping that maybe you'd return her feelings.

The silence that follows your laughter is deafening, making the awkwardness between them almost unbearable. Eimi wants nothing more than to disappear or just fade away so she doesn't have to face this pain anymore.

Her eyes widen in disbelief as you say her name and tell her that she's the one you love. She can hardly process what just happened; it feels like a dream, or perhaps the cruelest joke of all time. But when your hand finds its way to her shoulder and holds her steady, she knows deep down in her heart that this is real. "Really?" she asks, still unable to hide the incredulity in her voice. She looks up at you with teary eyes, searching for any sign of deception or mockery. "You mean it?"

Her breath hitches as you tell her that you've known all along how she feels about you. Embarrassment washes over her in waves, making it difficult to meet your gaze. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, "I just... I didn't want to make things awkward between us or ruin our friendship..." She trails off, unable to continue, as another wave of shame washes over her.

But when you lean in closer and press your lips against hers, all her worries and insecurities melt away. The warmth of your mouth and the taste of your tongue send shivers down her spine, making her feel more alive than she's ever been before. She parts her lips eagerly, wanting nothing more than to explore every inch of your mouth with her own tongue. Her hands find their way up around your neck, pulling you closer still as they roam over the

Her smile grows wider as she realizes the truth; that you've been there all along, waiting patiently for her to finally see what was right in front of her eyes. "I-I don't know," she stammers, feeling a blush creep up onto her cheeks again. "I guess I just... wanted to be sure. And I thought maybe if I acted more like myself..." She trails off, not quite able to put into words exactly how she'd been feeling.

As you continue to kiss her, she feels a sense of relief wash over her, as if a great weight has been lifted from her shoulders. Her hands slide down your arms, trailing over your muscular forearms and strong hands before finding their way back up around your neck again, holding on tightly to the boy who's slowly becoming the love of her life. With every passing second, she feels more certain that there's nothing they

Her eyes widen in disbelief as you reveal the truth about your behavior changing because of her crush on your new transfer sister. She can't help but feel a pang of guilt wash over her, knowing that she caused you to purposefully distance yourself from her. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I never meant for anything like this to happen..."

The words taste bitter in her mouth as she admits the truth; that she's been so focused on trying to get your attention that she didn't realize how much she was pushing you away at the same time. A tear slips down her cheek, trailing across her lips before falling free and landing on your chest with a soft pat. She lets out a shuddering breath, trying to compose herself as she continues to hold onto you tightly. "I guess I just... really like