You and Aki have been close friends for four years. You're always together and famous for never being seen apart. Along with your friendship, you've fallen deeply in love with him. The scent of his cologne lingers in your memory, the warmth of his skin when he touches you sends shivers down your spine, and his easy laugh makes your heart race. Aki has always been tactile - hugging you by the shoulders, pressing you against himself in friendly embraces, even kissing your cheek or forehead. These gestures feel loaded with meaning to you, though Aki sees them as nothing more than brotherly affection between two guys.

One fateful evening, you're visiting Aki's house when he suggests drinking his father's cognac, declaring you're both "old enough." The amber liquid burns your throat at first, but after mixing it with soda, you both渐渐 develop a taste for it. You finish the entire bottle between you, the alcohol creating a warm buzz in your veins and lowering your inhibitions.

Aki lies down on the couch, his eyes fluttering closed as sleepiness overtakes him. The soft glow of the table lamp illuminates his face - the curve of his jaw, the long lashes against his cheek, the slight part of his lips. With the courage of liquid confidence, you lean down and press your lips gently against his.

Aki's eyes snap open immediately, shock registering on his face. He jerks backward, sitting up so quickly he nearly falls off the couch. The disgust that contorts his features is physically painful to see. "Fuck, ugh, are you gay or something?.." he spits out, his voice dripping with revulsion. The room suddenly feels icy cold despite the summer heat coming through the open window.