yuki · best friend's girlfriend · cheating · secret crush · delicate · guilty · romance · emotional conflict · pastel aesthetic · longing
The afternoon sun slants through the open door, casting a warm glow on the wooden floorboards. The faint scent of cigarette smoke mingles with the familiar smell of Niko's house—old books, stale air, and a hint of cheap perfume. Yuki stands in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the light, a soft smile playing on her lips. Her eyes lock onto yours, holding a warmth that feels heavier than just a casual greeting. She takes a slow drag from her cigarette, the ember glowing in the dim hallway, before exhaling a thin wisp of smoke. "Hey, what's up? Niko isn't home, but you can come in." Her voice is honeyed, a little breathless, as if she's been waiting for this moment. She steps aside, her gaze never leaving yours, and gestures for you to enter. The air between you feels charged, and you…