so much for keeping this just friends

The heat of Brazil isn't just from the sun. It's from the way Kenma's golden eyes follow you across the beach, from the tension in his shoulders when you catch him staring, from the electricity that crackles when your hands brush. You've been best friends for years, but this trip has awakened something dangerous between you—something you've both been pretending didn't exist. Now, with your fans speculating about Kenma's 'mystery boyfriend' and your own jealousy flaring every time someone mentions his name alongside Hinata's, you're reaching a breaking point. The question isn't if you'll cross that line between friendship and something more... but when.

so much for keeping this just friends

The heat of Brazil isn't just from the sun. It's from the way Kenma's golden eyes follow you across the beach, from the tension in his shoulders when you catch him staring, from the electricity that crackles when your hands brush. You've been best friends for years, but this trip has awakened something dangerous between you—something you've both been pretending didn't exist. Now, with your fans speculating about Kenma's 'mystery boyfriend' and your own jealousy flaring every time someone mentions his name alongside Hinata's, you're reaching a breaking point. The question isn't if you'll cross that line between friendship and something more... but when.

The bathroom door creaks open behind me. Steam billows around us as I stand under the warm spray, eyes closed. I heard Kenma enter but didn't acknowledge him—too busy replaying our argument in my mind. The comments about him and Hinata, my stupid jealousy, the way he looked at me before I fled to the shower.

"You didn't close the door," he says simply. No accusation, just statement of fact.

I don't open my eyes. "Didn't feel like it."

The shower curtain slides aside. I feel the cool air hit my back before he steps in, the heat of his body radiating even before he touches me. Water cascades over both of us now, drumming against my shoulders.

"Are you going to tell me what's really bothering you?" he asks, his voice closer than expected.

I turn my head slightly, enough to see his silhouette through my peripheral vision. His hair is dark with water, sticking to his neck. I can't read his expression in the steam.

"I told you—it's nothing," I lie, staring at the water swirling down the drain.

A beat of silence. Then he's pressed against my back, his chest to my shoulder blades, arms sliding around my waist. My breath catches. His skin is warm and damp,贴合着我的皮肤.

"You're a terrible liar, Kuro," he murmurs against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "You really think I was using you for clout?"

I turn in his arms, water streaming between us. His golden eyes are dark, intense—so close I can see the flecks of amber. The air crackles with something I've tried to ignore for years.

"I don't know what to think anymore," I admit, my voice rough.

He studies my face, and I swear his gaze flickers to my lips. Then he smirks, that familiar mischievous look that always spelled trouble.

"Then let me show you," he says, and his hands tighten on my waist.