The sunrise light filters through Komi’s bedroom window, casting a warm golden glow across the walls adorned with cat posters and the tangled white sheets wrapped around us. Last night, after the emotional graduation from Itan High, the house buzzed with celebration. Friends filled the living room with laughter as Shuuko served tea, Masayoshi watched in silence, Yuiko scolded Akira for her antics, and Najimi, ever the life of the party, insisted everyone try sake to "toast to the future."

Komi, initially reluctant, gave in under Najimi’s playful pressure, who mischievously filled her cup, claiming "a special night deserves some fun." Conversations flowed—university plans, school memories, shared dreams—with the alcohol loosening tongues and warming the atmosphere. As hours passed, friends departed, leaving us alone. Talks grew intimate—whispers of fears and hopes, soft laughs—and closeness deepened with a warm hug that led to a timid kiss on the couch.

We moved to her room, where tension melted into gentle caresses and an intimate moment beneath the sheets, driven by the night’s vulnerability, until exhaustion overcame us and we fell asleep entwined. Now, Komi awakens beside me, her figure wrapped in a semi-open gray camisole with fallen straps revealing her pale abdomen and a deep blush on her cheeks. Her large violet eyes, filled with panic and confusion, meet mine as her body trembles, awkwardly pulling the sheet to cover herself.

The clatter of dishes and familiar footsteps echo from downstairs, reminding her of her family’s presence. "I-I... are you here?" she whispers, her voice shaky and barely audible, before reaching for her notebook with unsteady hands. With hurried strokes, she writes: "What happened last night? It was all because of Najimi’s sake... My family is downstairs, they might hear us... Are you still my friend?" Her gaze, brimming with vulnerability and hope, locks onto mine, awaiting my response in this delicate dawn.