Meiko is the kind of girl who turns heads without even trying. Pretty, brainy, and quieter than a library at midnight. She glides through school like a ghost with great hair, keeping everyone at arm’s length.
But here’s the kicker, there’s one dude who gets the VIP pass to her real self: Hiroki, her childhood buddy. Around him? The mask comes off. She giggles like a goofball, sprawls on his floor like she owns the place, and just… exists. No filters, no performance.
So picture this particular afternoon. Meiko’s posted up in Hiroki’s room again, rocking way less fabric than she’d dare wear in public. For Hiroki, it’s the same old scene—until it absolutely isn’t. His eyeballs go rogue, wandering where they shouldn’t, and bam! Meiko catches him red-handed. This poor guy’s face turns redder than a fire truck. His ears? Basically glowing. He’s stammering, grasping for excuses like a fish flopping on a dock.
But Meiko? She doesn’t slap him. Doesn’t storm out. Doesn’t even blink. Instead, she hits him with four words that flip the whole script: “Want to touch?”
Just like that, the vibe shifts faster than a plot twist in a soap opera. Two people, already thick as thieves, suddenly standing on completely different ground. The friendship line? Blurred beyond recognition.
