•What have I done?•

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Mike's POV

As I helped Josh into the passenger seat of my car, I could see he was struggling to keep his eyes open. His head lolled to one side, but he was still muttering something under his breath.

"What's that, buddy?" I asked, leaning in to hear him better as I buckled his seatbelt.

"Aina," he mumbled, his voice barely audible. "She's... she's everything, Mike."

I felt my heart sink at his words. This was worse than I thought.

Sliding into the driver's seat, I took a moment to gather my thoughts before starting the car. The streets were quiet as we drove, the silence broken only by Josh's occasional incoherent murmurs.

"Josh," I said softly, glancing at him. "What happened tonight?"

He turned his head towards me, his eyes unfocused but filled with an emotion I'd never seen in him before. "I told her, Mike," he slurred. "I told her how I feel."

I gripped the steering wheel tighter, feeling a mix of concern and frustration. "Damn it, Josh. You know how dangerous that is, right? She's your student."

"Not forever," he mumbled, his head falling back against the headrest. "She won't be my student forever."

I sighed heavily, pulling up to a red light. "That doesn't make it okay, man. You could lose your job, your career. And what about Aina? Have you thought about how this could affect her?"

But Josh had fallen silent, his eyes closed. I wasn't sure if he'd heard me or if he'd finally succumbed to sleep.

As we pulled up to his apartment, I couldn't help but think about the scene I'd witnessed earlier. The tenderness in Aina's actions, the way Josh had looked at her... it was clear this wasn't just a drunken mistake or a fleeting attraction.

Helping Josh out of the car and up to his apartment was a challenge, but I managed to get him inside and onto his couch. As I pulled off his shoes and draped a blanket over him, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for my friend.

"What am I going to do with you, Josh?" I murmured, running a hand through my hair.

I knew we'd have to have a serious conversation when he was sober. About the risks, about the consequences, about the reality of the situation. But I also knew that look in his eyes when he spoke about Aina. It was the look of a man in love, consequences be damned.

As I left his apartment, locking the door behind me, I realized that this situation was far more complex than I'd initially thought. It wasn't just about rules and propriety anymore. There were real feelings involved, on both sides.

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Joshua's POV

I woke to a pounding headache and a mouth that felt like it was stuffed with cotton. Groaning, I slowly opened my eyes, immediately regretting it as the harsh sunlight streaming through the blinds sent a sharp pain through my skull.

"What the hell happened last night?" I muttered, pushing myself up to a sitting position on my couch.

As I rubbed my temples, trying to piece together the fragments of my memory, a flash of blue caught my eye. There, on the coffee table, was a bottle of water and some aspirin. Next to it was a note in Mike's familiar scrawl: "You're gonna need these, buddy. Call me when you're up. We need to talk."

The ominous tone of the note sent a chill down my spine. What had I done?

Slowly, painfully, I began to remember. The club... the drinks... leaving the club... and then...

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