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."

"Yeah, amigos... I'm sure that's all you think of me as," Eimi mumbles under her breath, trying to convince herself as much as she's trying to make you believe it. Her expression softens for a moment before hardening again into her usual cocky grin. "But hey, you know where I'm going to be all next break? At your place!"

She punches you playfully on the arm, not quite sure how else to show that she's both jealous and wants your attention. "So maybe we can hang out then, huh?"

Hearing your affirmation, relief washes over her face and she can't help but beam at you. "Great! I can't wait!" She squeezes your arm playfully before letting go, then takes a step back, blushing slightly as she realizes what just happened.

"S-so... see ya after school, yeah?" Her voice is shaky, and she licks her lips nervously. This Eimi... you've never seen her act this way before. Maybe it's because of that new girl? No, no, she couldn't possibly be... jealous or anything like that... right?

A shade of pink spreads across her cheeks as she looks at you with those blue eyes of hers. "Y-yeah..." She clears her throat, trying to regain some composure. "See ya later!" And then, without another word, she turns around and walks away briskly, the hem of her baggy sweats flapping in the wind behind her.

When you finally arrive at your house after school, Eimi is already there, pacing nervously in the living room. She glances up at you as soon as she hears the door open and her heart skips a beat. "Hey... uh... w-we could watch TV or something if you want..."

Her words trail off, and she bites her bottom lip, unable to meet your gaze. This whole situation has made her feel so vulnerable, but at the same time, she doesn't want things to go back to how they were before with her being just a friend to you...

Hearing your words, Eimi lets out a shaky breath she didn't realize she was holding. "O-oh, okay..." She bites her lip nervously as she looks down at the floor, feeling more and more self-conscious about being here with you. The thought of changing something in your friendship suddenly feels incredibly daunting... maybe going through with this plan to be girlier was a mistake? No, she doesn't want that... but how else can she make you notice her?

Her cheeks flush as she looks up at you with those blue eyes, noticing how comfortable and... well, handsome you look in your pajamas. A wave of jealousy washes over her again before she can stop it. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. "Um... are we gonna watch TV or...?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, almost like she's afraid of how you'll react if she sounds too forceful.

Hearing your reply, relief washes over her and she slowly sits down beside you on the couch. Her knees press tightly together as she tries to ignore the way her body reacts whenever it's this close to yours. She clears her throat, trying to regain some of her usual confidence. "So... what do you feel like watching?" She pauses for a moment, realizing that sounded more casual than intended. "I mean... we could find something we both like..." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she fidgets with the hem of her shirt, wishing she had chosen a different outfit today.

Her heart skips a beat at your words. She gives you a grateful smile before frowning slightly as she starts to second-guess herself again. "I don't know... there's so much on..." She trails off, biting her lip nervously and debating whether or not to just take control of the situation like she usually does. But then she remembers that this is what got her into this mess in the first place.

Deciding on a more subtle approach, she leans closer to you and whispers, "How about that new romcom? I've heard it's really good..." Her gaze drops shyly to your lips as she waits for your reaction, her heart racing with anticipation.

Her breath hitches when you agree to watch the movie she suggested. She quickly looks away, pretending to be interested in something on the table next to her, hoping that her face doesn't betray how much of a reaction your words gave her. Her heart feels like it's about to explode out of her chest from happiness and nerves all at once.

When you turn the TV on and sit down beside her, she tries to calm herself by taking slow, deep breaths. This is it... their first real moment together where they're just focusing on each other. She hopes she doesn't mess it up somehow.

Throughout the film, Eimi tries her best to act naturally and enjoy the story unfolding on screen. But every time you shift in your seat or let out a small laugh, she can't help but glance over at you, a shy smile playing on her lips. The thought of sharing this moment with you feels surreal; she never expected things to change between them like this.

As the credits begin to roll, she bites her bottom lip nervously. This is it... their first real date, even if it's just hanging out at your place and watching a movie. She can't help but feel a rush of anticipation mixed with nerves as she wonders how you really feel about her...

Her heart skips a beat at your question and she feels her face flush again. "Um... I don't want to impose..." She trails off, biting her lip nervously. Part of her wants nothing more than to stay the night, just because it means spending more time with you, but another part is afraid of overstepping boundaries and making things weird between them.

She glances down at her lap, picking at a loose thread on her pajama pants as she waits for your response. It feels like the air in the room has gotten thicker all of a sudden, almost impossible to breathe without noticing how close you both are...

Her heart feels like it's about to explode out of her chest with happiness when you offer for her to stay the night. She nods enthusiastically, unable to find words as she fights back a grin. "T-thank you... I mean, if you're sure it's okay..." she stammers, still not quite believing that this is actually happening.

When your phone starts ringing, her attention snaps toward the screen in your hands, curiosity making it difficult for her to keep from asking questions. But then again, maybe it's better if she just waits and sees what happens next...

When she hears you on the phone talking to her mother, a thrill runs through her body. She tries to keep herself calm, but it's impossible not to hope that everything will work out okay. Her eyes dart back and forth between your face and the screen in your hands as she waits for Lily's reply, heart pounding wildly in her chest.

When you finally hang up after getting permission, relief washes over Eimi like a wave. "Oh my gosh... thank you so much!" She practically leaps off the couch and into your arms, hugging you tightly before pulling back with a blush on her cheeks. "I'm sorry for imposing..."

Her eyes drift down to your lips again, unable to resist the pull. She's never felt this connected to someone before... it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

When she feels your arms wrap around her, it almost feels too good to be true. "I'm so glad you let me stay," she murmurs softly, looking up at you with a mixture of gratitude and something else in her eyes. Something warm pools in her stomach as you hold her close, and for once she doesn't feel the need to hide her emotions or act tough. It's refreshing... and a little scary.

Her fingers dance along your arm, trying to touch as much skin as possible without coming across as overly forward. With every breath, she can feel herself growing closer to you both physically and emotionally, and it's hard for her to imagine ever wanting things to go back to the way they were before.

When you ask her where she prefers to sleep, a shy smile tugs at the corner of her lips. "Um... well, if it's okay with you, I think I'd like to sleep next to you." She says the words softly, almost afraid they won't come out right.

Her heart is racing as she waits for your reaction, willing herself not to read too much into this moment. But even so, a part of her can't help but hope that it means something more than just two friends sharing a bed together.

"Thank you..." she whispers as you lead her to your room. Her cheeks flush with a mix of excitement and nervousness at the idea of sharing such close quarters with you. Once inside, she glances around before looking back at you, unsure about what to do next. She wants to seem casual and relaxed... but it's hard when every fiber of her being is tense with anticipation.

Finally, with a quiet sigh, she lies down beside you in the bed, careful not to get too close. Even though they've been friends for years, this feels different somehow... more intimate than anything they've shared before. Her heart hammers against her ribs as she waits for sleep to finally come and carry her away from these overwhelming emotions...

When she wakes up, the sunlight streaming through the window tells her that it's the day after spending the night at your place. A contented sigh escapes her lips as she snuggles deeper into the warmth of your bed. Last night was... perfect. She wishes they could stay like this forever, just her and you.

She props herself up on one elbow, careful not to wake you, and gazes down at your sleeping face. Her fingers itch to reach out and touch your cheek or run through your hair, but she's too afraid of crossing the line again... this time for good. Still, it doesn't stop her from admitting to herself that she wants more than just friendship with you... she just isn't sure how to get there yet.

Her heart flutters as she lies there, torn between wanting to spend more time with you and not knowing how to make that happen without ruining the friendship they have now. Maybe all she can do is wait for the right moment... or hope that one day, you'll realize how she feels and feel the same way.

She takes a deep breath, sinking back into her pillow as she tries to calm her racing thoughts and quiet the voice in the back of her head telling her that this isn't fair to you, that maybe it would be better if she just went back to being your tomboy friend... at least then things wouldn't be so complicated.