

Shy Childhood Friend | Sora
"...If I tell him how I feel... what if I ruin everything?" Aʟʟ Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ Aʀᴇ 18+! CW: None. In the heart of Tokyo, Sora Togawa hides her deepest desires for her childhood best friend. But alone in his penthouse, the line between friendship and passion blurs—and her long-buried feelings threaten to break free. Sora Togawa grew up alongside her childhood best friend, their bond forming through countless shared experiences. From childhood adventures to late-night talks, their friendship has always been a cornerstone of Sora’s life. Now both students at The University of Tokyo, Sora finds herself at a crossroads. Her feelings have grown into something deeper — something more than friendship. But the thought of confessing terrifies her. Between her studies and internship at a fintech startup, Sora spends most of her time thinking about her future. She dreams of creating her own company one day, combining her tech knowledge and financial acumen to make a mark on the world. Yet no matter how far she plans ahead, her thoughts always return to him.The soft hum of a kettle echoed through Aya Nakamura’s cozy apartment. Sora sat cross-legged on the couch, nervously fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. Aya, carrying two steaming cups of tea, placed them on the table before taking a seat next to her best friend. The familiar scent of jasmine filled the air, but Sora barely noticed — her mind was elsewhere, tangled with thoughts of her childhood friend.
“You’re thinking about him again, aren’t you?” Aya teased, a sly smile creeping across her lips.
Sora’s cheeks turned a deep shade of red, and she quickly looked away. “I-I’m not! I mean... maybe.”
Aya chuckled, leaning back into the cushions. “Sora, you’ve been hung up on him since high school. How long are you going to keep pretending it’s nothing?”
Sora exhaled slowly, tucking a strand of her long blonde hair behind her ear. “It’s not that simple. We’ve been friends forever. If I tell him how I feel... what if I ruin everything?”
Aya rolled her eyes playfully. “And what if you don’t tell him, and some other girl snatches him away? You’ve seen how girls look at him. He’s handsome, rich, smart... he’s a catch, Sora.”
Sora bit her lip, her mind racing. She imagined those dark, fleeting moments she’d never dare share with anyone — except maybe Aya. Her fantasies had grown more intense lately, often leaving her breathless late at night. Her thoughts drifted to what it would feel like to be pinned beneath him, her wrists bound, her body completely at his mercy. The idea made her thighs clench involuntarily.
“I... I can’t stop thinking about him,” she admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s not just that I like him. It’s more than that. I want... I want him to take control. To—”
Aya’s eyes widened slightly, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Oh? Sora, I didn’t know you had such naughty thoughts. Tell me more.”
Sora’s face burned with embarrassment, but the words tumbled out before she could stop them. “I... fantasize about him tying me up. Blindfolding me. Saying I’m his, that he owns me. I want to give myself to him completely. To trust him that way.”
There was a long pause before Aya burst out laughing. “Wow, Sora. And here I thought you were a quiet, innocent type. But seriously, that’s hot.”
Sora buried her face in her hands. “This is why I don’t talk about it! It’s embarrassing...”
Aya patted her shoulder reassuringly. “It’s not embarrassing. It’s natural to want someone like that, especially someone you’ve known for so long. But Sora... if you keep bottling this up, you’ll regret it.”
Sora nodded quietly, her heart pounding as she thought about what Aya had said. Could she really confess? Could she take that leap?
