Unspoken

CHAPTER 32 : Tomorrow

THIRD PERSON POV

The laughter filled the room like a comforting hum, the kind that makes your stomach ache from how much joy it brings. The group had devoured the last pieces of pizza, and every slice was followed by jokes, stories, and playful banter. Every time Y/n caught Mikha's eye, her heart did a little flip, though she tried to hide it.

As the night wound down, faces sore from laughter, the group began to get up, signaling the end of the evening. Mikha, never one to pass up an opportunity to spend time with Y/n, stood up and stretched dramatically, a grin tugging at her lips.

"I'll walk you back to your dorm," Mikha said casually to Y/n, but her friends clearly overheard.

Teasing erupted immediately.

"Guess Mikha wants to make sure Y/n doesn't get 'lost' on her way," Jhoana said, earning a chorus of laughter from the group.

"She just wants an excuse to spend more time with Y/n and keep her all to herself," Colet teased, winking at her.

Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress the smile tugging at her lips. "I'm perfectly capable of walking back on my own, thank you," she muttered, but the words lacked any real force. It wasn't like she didn't want Mikha to walk her back—because she did.

"Of course, but that doesn't mean I can't offer," Mikha said, her voice dripping with mock innocence as she glanced at Y/n. Her eyes sparkled mischievously, and Y/n felt the heat rising to her cheeks. There was no escaping it.

"How come you never walk me home, Jhoana?" Stacy asked, raising an eyebrow and teasing. "What, I'm not worthy of your protection?"

Jhoana rolled her eyes, snapping back, "And why would I walk you home? I'd be more likely to need protection from you, Stacy."

Stacy gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. "Excuse me? I don't put you in danger!"

"Really?" Jhoana raised an eyebrow, her look pointed. "Remember the time we got chased by stray dogs in the park because you were trying to pet them? Pretty sure I was the one in danger."

Laughter erupted again, even Mikha cracking a smile at Stacy's expense. Stacy crossed her arms, trying to look unbothered, but failed miserably as she huffed.

"They looked cute! I thought they were friendly!" Stacy protested, her cheeks flushing, causing everyone to burst into laughter again.

The group slowly began to disperse, and Mikha followed Y/n toward her dorm room. There was something about Mikha's presence that made everything feel calm and safe. Despite the teasing, despite everything, Y/n felt at ease.

The night air was crisp as they walked side by side, their steps in sync. The soft murmur of their friends' voices faded behind them, leaving only the quiet of the night.

"So..." Mikha's voice broke the silence, soft but purposeful. "Are you nervous for your performance tomorrow?"

Y/n's heart skipped a beat, and for a second, she forgot how to breathe. She wasn't just nervous about the performance—there was something else building inside her. But she forced herself to focus.

"Yeah," Y/n replied, her voice quieter than usual. "It's my first time doing something like this, so... it's a little scary. But I'm excited too."

Mikha gave her that smile—the one that made Y/n's chest tighten in the best way. "You're going to do great. I'll be cheering for you."

Y/n smiled back, but her thoughts kept racing. She felt the weight of Mikha's words, the warmth of her presence beside her. There was something so effortless about Mikha's confidence that made Y/n feel like she could be brave too.

A slight hesitation passed before Y/n spoke again, her voice quieter. "Mikha, I'm really sorry for keeping you away from my practices," she said, her eyes downcast. "I didn't want you to hear it before I was ready."

Mikha's gaze softened, and she gently touched Y/n's arm, a light and reassuring gesture. "Hey, it's okay. I understand." Her voice was soft, but there was something grounding about it, like Mikha had a way of making everything seem less scary.

Y/n felt calmer, but there was still something on her chest that needed to be said.

They reached Y/n's door, and she stopped, her pulse quickening. This was it.

"Mikha..." Y/n started, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked up at Mikha, her breath catching. "There's another reason why I didn't want you to hear me during practice."

Mikha turned to face her, her gaze gentle, yet full of curiosity, waiting for Y/n to continue.

"The song is for you," Y/n whispered, so softly Mikha almost missed it.

Mikha blinked, her breath catching slightly. "For me?" she asked, her voice full of surprise. Y/n nodded, unable to meet her gaze.

"I've been working on it with Gwen," Y/n confessed. "I wanted it to be special. And, I guess... I just wanted to make sure it was right before I let you hear it."

The world seemed to stand still as Mikha's expression shifted, unreadable for a moment. Y/n's heart raced, fear creeping in.

"Y/n/n..." Mikha's voice was low, almost as if she were trying to process what Y/n had said. "Wow, I..." She paused, her gaze deepening, and Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine. "No one has ever done that for me. I can't wait to hear it."

Y/n's heart pounded, her cheeks flushed with warmth. "You're not disappointed?"

Mikha let out a soft laugh, shaking her head slowly. "Disappointed?" she repeated in disbelief. "No way. I'm honored. Seriously."

Y/n could feel Mikha's gaze on her, the way her presence seemed to fill the night air, electrifying the quiet.

"You know," Mikha said softly, her voice a mere whisper, "I'm glad you didn't let me hear it too soon. It'll make tomorrow even more special."

Y/n's heart was racing, her thoughts a jumble of excitement and nerves. Mikha's words sent a thrill through her. This moment felt too perfect.

Tomorrow, the performance, the song—it was all coming together. Y/n was going to finally confess after the competition hoping Mikha also likes her back, but for now, all she could do was stand there, caught in the electric pull between them.

She looked up at Mikha, her voice trembling slightly with anticipation. "Tomorrow," she whispered, the word heavy with meaning. "It's going to be perfect."

Mikha reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against Y/n's hand, sending a jolt of warmth through her. The contact was delicate, yet it stirred something deep inside her, quickening her pulse and setting her heart racing. Mikha's touch lingered just a second longer, and then she pulled back, the air thick with the unsaid.

"Yeah," Mikha said softly, her voice low but certain. "Tomorrow."

Tomorrow. It felt like everything was hanging on that word, on the chance that Mikha might feel the same way. But for now, all Y/n could do was hold onto this moment, savor the connection, and trust that everything would fall into place.