Taro caught up to Arata in the dorm's hallway.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Taro asked, concern etched on his face.
Arata evaded.
"Nothing, Taro. Just tired."
Taro's eyes narrowed.
"Is it something I did?"
Arata shook his head.
"No, really, it's nothing."
Taro's expression softened.
"Okay, but if you need to talk, I'm here."
Arata forced a smile.
"Thanks, Taro."
That evening, as they watched TV, Arata's eyelids drooped.
Taro offered his lap without thinking.
Arata hesitated before surrendering to sleep.
Taro's heart skipped a beat as Arata's head settled on his lap.
He blushed, feeling an unfamiliar flutter.
This isn't just friendship.
As Arata slept, Taro's thoughts swirled.
Why did I offer my lap?
Why does it feel so right?
Next morning, Taro confided in Ryo and Yume.
"Guys, I need to tell you something."
Ryo and Yume exchanged curious glances.
"What's up?" Ryo asked.
Taro took a deep breath.
"I think I like Arata...more than friends."
Yume's eyes widened.
"Whoa."
Ryo nodded.
"We're here for you."
Taro's anxiety eased.
"I don't know how he feels."
Yume encouraged.
"Talk to him."
Ryo cautioned.
"Be prepared for anything."
Taro steeled himself.
"I will."
Meanwhile, Arata struggled with his own emotions.
Why did I sleep on Taro's lap?
Why does it feel so natural?
As they crossed paths in the dorm, their eyes met.
Arata's heart skipped a beat.
Taro's gaze held a newfound intensity.
