CHAPTER 5 : Am i enough?

230 11 0
                                    



THIRD PERSON POV

The days after the festival were quieter, but Y/n found no relief in the stillness. Mikha's text about coffee lingered in her mind like a song stuck on repeat. She wanted to say yes, wanted to believe that spending time with Mikha wouldn't complicate things further—but deep down, she knew it would.

Her resolve cracked one afternoon when Mikha showed up outside the student council office. Y/n had been reviewing event proposals, her head buried in paperwork, when a familiar voice pulled her back to reality.

"Y/n."

Her head shot up at the sound of the familiar voice. Mikha stood in the doorway, holding two cups of coffee and a small paper bag.

"Mikha," Y/n said, startled. "What are you doing here?"

Mikha stepped inside, her movements calm and deliberate. "I figured if you wouldn't come to coffee, I'd bring it to you."

Y/n's lips parted in surprise, caught off guard by the gesture. "You didn't have to—"

"I wanted to," Mikha said, cutting her off gently. She placed the cup on Y/n's desk, the faint aroma of her favorite latte filling the air. "And there's something extra in there too. Thought you could use a pick-me-up."

Y/n's finger brushed the cup as she hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "Thank you. That's really thoughtful of you."

Mikha leaned casually against the edge of the desk, her gaze steady but kind. "You've been working nonstop. I thought you could use a break."

Y/n offered a tired smile. "You're not wrong."

Mikha tilted her head slightly, her eyes scanning the stack of papers. "So, what's been keeping you so busy?"

Y/n sighed, gesturing to the stack of papers in front of her. "Event proposals, scheduling conflicts, budget approvals—you name it. It's all part of the glamorous life of a student council."

Mikha smirked lightly. "Sounds like a blast."

"Oh, it's thrilling," Y/n replied dryly, earning a quiet laugh from Mikha.

Mikha's expression softened as she studied her. "You ever take a break? Like a real one?"

Y/n shrugged a faint hint of defensiveness in her tone. "I don't really have time for that. People count on me to keep things running."

"And what about you?" Mikha asked, her voice steady but tinged with concern. "Who's taking care of you?"

Y/n froze, her fingers tightening around the coffee cup. The question caught her off guard, and for a moment, she didn't know how to answer.

"I'm fine," she said finally, avoiding Mikha's gaze.

Mikha's gaze softened. "You should take care of yourself too, you know. You deserve that much."

Y/n's throat tightened at the sincerity in Mikha's voice. She looked down at the latte, her fingers tracing the edge of the cup. "I don't know how to," she admitted quietly.

Mikha straightened, a spark of determination in her eyes. "Then I'll teach you. Starting now."

Y/n blinked. "What?"

"Come with me," Mikha said, holding out her hand. "No work, no stress. Just... a break. Trust me."

For a moment, Y/n hesitated, her mind racing with excuses. But the way Mikha looked at her—with quiet confidence and a glimmer of hope—made it impossible to say no.

She took Mikha's hand, letting herself be led out of the office and into the crisp afternoon air.

They ended up at the park on campus, where the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting everything in a golden glow. Mikha found a spot beneath a sprawling tree and sat down, gesturing for Y/n to join her.

UnspokenWhere stories live. Discover now