𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐲 , 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡 !

A Hazy Memory

As the morning sun filtered through the curtains of Matt's dorm room, he found himself waking to the faint sounds of laughter and chatter echoing from the common area. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he glanced around the room, his gaze falling on the empty space beside him where Yuki had slept the night before.

A faint blush rose to his cheeks as memories of the previous night flooded his mind—a night filled with laughter, drinks, and a stolen kiss that had left his heart racing with anticipation. Yet, as he glanced at Yuki's rumpled bed, he couldn't help but feel a pang of uncertainty creeping over him.

With a sigh, Matt rose from his bed and made his way into the common area, where he found Yuki and her friends gathered around the kitchen table, their voices filled with excitement as they recounted the events of the previous night.

"Morning, Matt!" Yuki chirped, her voice bright and cheery as she flashed him a smile. "Sleep well?"

Matt nodded in response, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he tried to shake off the memories of their intimate moment. "Yeah, slept like a log," he muttered, his voice hoarse with emotion.

As they settled into conversation, Matt found himself struggling to keep up with the lively banter and inside jokes shared between Yuki and her friends. He felt like an outsider, a silent observer in a world that seemed to move at a pace he couldn't quite keep up with.

And then, to his horror, Yuki's friends began to recount the events of the previous night—the drinks, the dancing, and the stolen kiss that had left Yuki in a state of blissful euphoria. Matt's heart sank as he listened to their words, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he realized the extent of his actions.

"Wait, what?" Matt stammered, his voice trembling with uncertainty as he glanced at Yuki, who looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Yeah, you two were all over each other last night," one of Yuki's friends exclaimed, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "It was so cute!"

Matt's mind reeled as he struggled to process the information, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to make sense of the hazy memories that lingered at the edges of his consciousness. Had he really kissed Yuki? And if so, what did that mean for their friendship?

As the conversation continued, Matt found himself lost in a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, embarrassment, and a gnawing sense of regret that threatened to consume him from within. He wanted to reach out to Yuki, to apologize for his actions and make things right, but he couldn't find the words to express the turmoil raging within him.

And so, as the morning stretched into afternoon and the conversation shifted to lighter topics, Matt found himself retreating into silence, his thoughts consumed by the memory of a kiss that had left him questioning everything he thought he knew about himself and his feelings for Yuki.

YUKI'S POV

Episode 9: A Hazy Memory

As the morning sun peeked through the curtains, Yuki stirred from her sleep, her head heavy with the remnants of last night's indulgence. She blinked groggily, trying to piece together the events of the previous evening.

Dragging herself out of bed, Yuki made her way to the common area and engaged in conversation with her friends. Despite the fog in her mind, she couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, her heart fluttering with a mix of emotions.

"Morning, Matt!" She greeted, her voice filled with enthusiasm welcoming him to the table.

her voice tinged with a hint of embarrassment as she caught Matt's eye, noticing the slight flush on his cheeks.

As they chatted, Yuki struggled to recall the details of the previous night. Snippets of laughter, drinks, and a sense of closeness with Matt danced at the edge of her memory, but she couldn't grasp onto them fully it was still blurry this made her more curious.

Soon, her friends began recounting the events of the night— the drinks, the dancing, and the intimate moment that left Yuki feeling a mix of confusion and excitement. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she listened to their animated retelling, trying to piece together her own memories.

she turned to Matt, who met her gaze with a conflicted expression.

"Yeah, you and Matt were inseparable last night," one of her friends chimed in, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

Yuki's mind raced as she struggled to make sense of it all. What if I did kiss him ?The thought sent a flutter of excitement through her, mixed with a tinge of apprehension about what it meant for their friendship.

As the conversation continued, Yuki felt a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, embarrassment, and a flicker of something else that she couldn't quite name. She wanted to talk to Matt, to understand what had happened between them, but the words eluded her as she grappled with the hazy memories of the night before.

Lost in thought, Yuki retreated into silence, her mind buzzing with unanswered questions and a newfound sense of uncertainty about what happened