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The sound of lockers slamming shut and the murmurs of students filled the air at Ryusei Academy, a prestigious high school located in the heart of Tokyo. It was the first day of classes for the new school year, and while most students were eager to reunite with their friends, one young girl walked silently through the halls, more interested in the contents of her planner than in the conversations around her.

Asuna Yuuki, known for her intelligence, athletic skill, and kind demeanor, was one of the top students in her third year. She had always been committed to her studies, but that didn’t mean she had distanced herself from social relationships. Despite being reserved in many ways, she had a small group of close friends with whom she shared her days.

That day, as she made her way down the halls toward her classroom, a group of students began to stir as they noticed a new girl passing by. It was her first day at the academy, and her mere presence seemed to attract everyone's attention. Asuna glanced up from her planner just in time to see a young girl with dark hair and deep eyes walk past her.

—Who is she? —whispered one of her classmates, Rika, leaning in to Asuna’s ear—. She seems interesting, don’t you think?

Asuna watched her with curiosity. The girl had a serious, almost distant expression, and she didn’t seem to pay attention to the murmurs around her. Unlike many new students who arrived nervous or uncertain, she walked with a confidence that Asuna couldn’t help but notice.

—She must be a transfer student —Asuna replied as they continued their way to the classroom—. I wonder where she’s from.

Soon, they arrived at the classroom and took their seats. The usual atmosphere of chatter and laughter faded when the teacher entered the room, followed by the same girl Asuna had seen in the hallways.

—Good morning, everyone —announced the teacher, placing his books on the desk—. Today we have a new student in our class. I would like you to welcome her with respect. Her name is Misumi Tozawa.

Misumi stood in front of the classroom, her posture relaxed but reserved. As the teacher spoke, she gave a brief nod in greeting, saying little more. Despite her distant demeanor, there was something about her presence that held everyone's attention.

The classroom murmured a bit upon hearing her name. Some students exchanged curious glances, while others pulled out their phones, ready to look up more information about her.

—Misumi, would you like to say something about yourself? —the teacher asked, encouraging her.

Misumi smiled slightly, her dark eyes scanning the classroom before responding.

—Just that I hope to learn a lot here —she said, her voice soft but clear—. I like art and music.

—You can sit in the row next to Asuna — the teacher indicated, pointing to the empty desk beside the girl.

Asuna looked up and smiled warmly when Misumi approached. The new girl glanced at her briefly before nodding and sitting down, not saying a word.

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The day went by normally, with classes progressing at their usual pace. However, despite the lack of direct interaction, Asuna couldn't help but steal glances at Misumi for the rest of the morning. There was something intriguing about her demeanor. It wasn't that she was rude or distant by choice, but there seemed to be an air of mystery surrounding her, as if she carried a burden she preferred not to share with others.

At lunch, Asuna and her friends gathered in the cafeteria as usual. While they opened their lunchboxes and chatted about the new year, Rika couldn't help but bring up the topic of Misumi.

—Did you see the new girl? —Rika asked excitedly—. Misumi, I think her name was! She has such a... how should I put it? Mysterious vibe!

—Yeah, I saw her —Asuna replied, taking a bite of her lunch—. She sits next to me in class.

—What do you think of her? —Rika asked, leaning in with curiosity—. She doesn’t seem very talkative.

Asuna thought for a moment. It was true they hadn't exchanged many words, but that didn’t mean the girl wasn’t interesting. There was something about her presence that drew attention.

—I don’t know her yet —Asuna finally said—, but she seems calm. Maybe she just needs some time to get used to the school.

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Rika nodded, but before they could continue the conversation, Asuna noticed that Misumi was sitting alone at a table across the cafeteria. She was staring at her lunch but didn’t seem to be eating much.

Asuna felt a sudden urge. She stood up from the table and started walking toward Misumi, under the astonished gaze of her friends.

—Asuna, where are you going? —Rika asked, surprised.

—I’ll be back in a minute —she replied, determined to do what she felt was right.

When she reached Misumi’s table, Asuna cleared her throat softly.

—Hi, Misumi, do you mind if I sit with you? —she asked with a friendly smile.

Misumi looked up, surprised to see Asuna in front of her. She hesitated for a moment but then nodded.

—No, I don’t mind —she responded quietly.

Asuna sat down across from her, placing her lunch tray on the table. For a brief moment, they sat in silence, but Asuna didn’t let the discomfort linger.

—How has your first day been? —Asuna asked, breaking the ice.

Misumi looked at her for a second, as if deciding whether to answer. Finally, she spoke.

—It’s okay. It’s a bit different from my old school, but I’m getting used to it.

Asuna nodded, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Shino watched Misumi Tozawa from a distance in the cafeteria. The new student seemed a bit isolated, sitting alone while Asuna and her group laughed and chatted. Although she had seen Misumi in her classroom, she had never had the chance to approach her.

Shino's curiosity grew. She wondered what Misumi thought of her new surroundings and if she felt comfortable. There was something in her gaze, a hint of nostalgia or perhaps longing, that made Shino want to get to know her better.

Asuna noticed how Misumi was beginning to relax. Sometimes, in the middle of their conversations, a small smile would escape her lips, and that made Asuna feel happy. It was a small but significant progress.

One day, while they were sitting in the courtyard, Asuna decided it was a good time to ask about Misumi’s interests.

—Is there something you enjoy doing in your free time? —she asked, looking for a topic that might excite Misumi.

Misumi hesitated for a moment, looking down before responding.

—I like to draw —she finally said, her voice a bit more confident—. It’s something I’ve always done.

Asuna smiled, intrigued.

—That sounds great! Do you draw often?

—Yes... but I haven’t had much time since I got here —Misumi admitted, a little embarrassed.

—Maybe you could teach me someday. I’d love to learn —Asuna suggested, genuinely interested.

Misumi looked up, surprised by the proposal. It was the first time someone had shown interest in her artistic skills.

—I could... it could be fun —she replied, a bit more animated.

Asuna felt that this small exchange had created a bridge between them. Little by little, their connection was strengthening, and Asuna was determined to help Misumi feel more comfortable in her new school.

Shino continued listening quietly, absorbing the conversation between Asuna and Misumi. She knew her moment to speak would come, and she wanted to be ready. Observing how Asuna was helping Misumi open up, Shino felt a mix of admiration and anticipation.

Asuna’s warmth created a welcoming atmosphere, and Shino hoped to contribute to it when the time was right. She was eager to join the conversation and share her own thoughts, knowing that every new connection could bring something valuable to their growing friendship.

Time passed, and although Misumi still hadn't fully integrated into the school's social circle, Asuna became her anchor. They met in class, and occasionally, Asuna invited Misumi to study in the library after school. It was during those quiet moments that Asuna began to learn more about the girl who had intrigued her from the very first day.

One afternoon, while they were reviewing their math notes at a table in the library, Misumi stared at her notebooks with a thoughtful expression.

—Asuna —she suddenly said—, why are you so kind to me?

The question caught Asuna by surprise, and she set her pencil aside to look at her with curiosity.

—What do you mean? —she asked.

—I don’t know... —Misumi hesitated for a moment before continuing—. It seems like everyone here already has their groups, their friends. But you always make an effort to talk to me, even when I’m... —she paused, searching for the right word—. Difficult.

Asuna looked at her with a gentle smile.

—I don’t think you’re difficult, Misumi. We all have our moments when we prefer to be alone. But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t reach out to others. I just thought you could use a friend.

Misumi watched her in silence for a few seconds and then nodded slowly.

—Thank you. I guess I’m not used to people being so... open with me.

Asuna tilted her head, curious.

—Why do you think that is?

Misumi sighed, as if she were considering whether to share more about herself.

—I've always been a reserved person. In my old school, I didn’t get along badly with anyone, but I didn’t have close friends either. It’s not that I didn’t want to have them, but… —Misumi paused, her fingers playing with the edge of the notebook page—. I just have never been good at opening up to others.

Asuna nodded in understanding. She knew that sometimes, school life could be challenging not just because of academic responsibilities but also due to social relationships. What Asuna admired about Misumi was her ability to stay strong and secure, even when she seemed to prefer solitude.

—Sometimes, it’s hard to let others into our lives —Asuna said softly—. But you don’t have to do it all at once. I’m here whenever you want to talk or just share time without it being awkward. There’s no rush.

Misumi looked at her, her expression softening. It seemed that Asuna's words were managing to penetrate that barrier she had maintained for so long.

—You’re too kind, Asuna. Sometimes I wonder how you manage to be so considerate of everyone, even someone who hasn’t done much to earn your friendship.

Asuna smiled, a warm light in her eyes.

—I don’t think friendship is about "earning" it. It just happens. And I’m happy to have met you, Misumi.

For the first time since they arrived at school, Asuna saw Misumi's lips curve into a small smile. It was a subtle smile, but real, and in that moment, Asuna knew she had managed to break down part of the wall surrounding her new friend.

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As the weeks went by, the dynamic between Asuna and Misumi began to change. Misumi felt increasingly comfortable by Asuna’s side, and although she remained reserved with other students, her relationship with Asuna was becoming deeper and more natural. They had become constant companions, and little by little, Misumi also started to open up to Asuna's other friends, especially Rika.

One day, while they were walking together to the train station after school, Misumi shared more details about her life.

—My parents have always been very strict —Misumi began, looking at the train tracks as they waited—. My dad works for a technology company, and my mom is a doctor. They are both very focused on success and on me doing my best in everything I do. I think that’s why I’ve always felt like I can’t make mistakes, neither in school nor with people.

Asuna listened in silence, allowing Misumi to speak without interruptions.

—That sounds... tough —Asuna said empathetically—. I understand what you’re saying. My parents have always expected a lot from me too. Sometimes I feel that pressure, but I try to remind myself that I don’t have to be perfect all the time. It’s important to be who we really are.

Misumi nodded, reflecting on Asuna’s words.

—I know, but it’s not easy when you feel like your mistakes disappoint others. I think that’s why I’ve kept my distance from many people. It’s simpler not to get involved when you know you can’t meet everyone’s expectations.

Asuna turned to her, placing a hand gently on her shoulder.

—But you don’t have to meet everyone’s expectations, Misumi. Sometimes, what’s most important is meeting your own expectations. And from what I’ve seen, you’re an amazing person, both in your studies and in your way of being. You don’t need to change that for anyone.

Misumi looked at her with gratitude in her eyes. Although her parents continued to be a constant source of pressure, Asuna had given her something she hadn’t had in a long time: a safe space where she could be herself.

—Thank you, Asuna. I really appreciate what you’re doing for me —Misumi said sincerely.

Asuna smiled, feeling that their friendship was blossoming into something special.

The school year continued, and over time, Misumi became an integral part of Asuna's small group of friends. Although she wasn't always the most extroverted, her presence was noticed and valued by everyone. Asuna and Misumi had become inseparable, spending time together not only at school but also on weekends, whether studying or simply enjoying each other's company.

One Saturday, they decided to meet at the park near Asuna's house to study before exams. It was a sunny day, and the relaxed atmosphere of the park provided the perfect setting to review, away from the usual stress of school.

— I can't believe the exams are already here," Asuna said, flipping through her notes as she lay back on a blanket spread out on the grass.

—Time flies, Misumi replied, also going over some books. But I think we're well prepared. Of course, I could always review more.

Asuna chuckled softly.

— Misumi, you always overprepare. I'm sure you'll do great.

Misumi smiled, knowing that Asuna was right. Over the months, she had started to relax a bit more, learning not to be so hard on herself.

After a few hours of studying, Asuna set her book aside and looked at her friend.

— Hey, Misumi, what would you like to do after graduation?

Misumi, surprised by the question, paused for a moment to think.

— I'm not sure. My parents expect me to pursue something related to medicine or engineering, but... I don't know if that's really what I want.

Asuna leaned back on her hands, gazing at the clouds in the sky.

— That's complicated. I think it's important to find something you're passionate about, but sometimes it's hard to know what that is, especially when there are so many expectations from others.

Misumi nodded.

— Exactly. I feel like I've always been following the path they've set for me, but I've never had the chance to think about what I really want to do.

Asuna looked at her with understanding.

—Well, if you ever need to talk or just think out loud, I'm here. You don't have to have all the answers right now. Nobody does.

Misumi smiled.

—Thanks, Asuna. Talking to you always helps me clear my mind.

They both fell into silence for a while, enjoying the tranquility of the park. The relationship between them had evolved in ways neither had anticipated. What had started as simple curiosity from Asuna had grown into a deep and meaningful friendship for both.

A few months later, the school year was coming to an end. With exams just around the corner and future expectations weighing on them, Asuna and Misumi spent more and more time together, supporting each other both academically and emotionally. During this time, their friendship had transformed into something even stronger, something that words couldn't easily define.

One afternoon, after an exhausting day of studying, Asuna and Misumi found themselves walking through the streets of Tokyo, enjoying the calm before the storm of exams.

—You know —said Asuna, gazing at the orange sky of the sunset—, I’m really grateful to have met you this year, Misumi.

Misumi, surprised by her friend's sincerity, glanced at her from the corner of her eye.

—Me too, Asuna. I don’t know what I would have done without you. You've been my support all this time.

Asuna smiled, her eyes shining with a special warmth.

—I think it was destiny that brought us together. I couldn’t have asked for a better friend.

Misumi felt a pang of emotion in her chest. Although she wasn’t good at expressing her feelings, she knew that what she felt for Asuna was more than just gratitude. She had found a connection with her that she had never had with anyone else.

—I feel the same way, Asuna —Misumi replied softly—. You’re very special to me.

And in that moment, as they continued walking through the streets of Tokyo, they both knew that, no matter what happened, their friendship would be a constant in their lives. A friendship that had been born from empathy, understanding, and mutual support, and that was now an essential part of both of them.

The last exam had ended, and classes at Ryusei Academy were coming to a close with a mix of relief and nostalgia in the air. The students were starting to make plans for summer vacation, and among them, Asuna and Misumi were strolling through the halls, as they had done since forming their close friendship. However, that afternoon, Misumi's mood seemed somewhat dim.

She had been noticing small details that had been unsettling her lately: the way Asuna checked her phone with a slight smile on her lips, the brief conversations she sometimes had in secret, as if they were something intimate. Misumi, who had come to know Asuna very well, sensed something different in her friend's behavior. It wasn’t that Asuna wanted to hide anything, but Misumi felt that whatever was happening had not been openly shared.

One day, after class, Asuna and Misumi headed to a small café near the school, one of their usual spots to relax and chat after long hours of studying.

—Misumi —Asuna suddenly said as she took a seat across from her—, there's something I wanted to tell you for a while.

Misumi looked up, a mix of curiosity and slight unease on her face. She knew that Asuna was always transparent with her, but something in her friend's tone made her suspect that what she was about to hear would change their dynamic.

—A few months ago, I started dating someone —Asuna continued, a warm smile lighting up her eyes—. I hadn’t mentioned it before because I wasn’t sure how to talk about it, but I think it’s time to share. His name is Kirito, or well, actually, it’s Kazuto Kirigaya.

The name resonated in Misumi's ears like a distant echo. Kirito. Suddenly, everything clicked into place: Asuna's distracted glances, the attention that seemed to be elsewhere, the increasingly frequent absences. Misumi felt a pang in her chest that she hadn't anticipated. That name, that person, was the reason her inseparable companion sometimes seemed so distant.

—Kirito? —she asked, keeping her voice calm despite the whirlwind forming inside her—. What’s he like?

Asuna smiled sweetly, and Misumi knew, in that precise moment, that the feelings Asuna had for that guy were deep. Her heart contracted slightly.

—It's incredible. We met at a video game tournament some time ago, and since then we've been talking a lot.

With every word, Misumi's heart twisted, and the reason tormented her mind.

—It's someone who understands me in a way I’ve never experienced before —Asuna continued, with a look of joy that Misumi hadn't seen in all the time they’d been together—. Not just in the things we share, like video games, but in how he sees the world. He’s strong, kind, and always there when I need him.

Each word Asuna spoke about Kirito was a silent blow to Misumi. As her friend spoke with enthusiasm, she felt an invisible gap opening between them. Though she had always felt something special for Asuna, a feeling she had taken time to recognize as something deeper than mere friendship, she had never imagined those feelings would be so eclipsed by another person. And now, hearing her talk about Kirito with such admiration and affection felt like watching a future she had never expressed fade away before it could even take shape.

Misumi tried to maintain a neutral expression, not wanting Asuna to notice her growing discomfort. However, inside, something was slowly breaking.

—I’m happy for you, Asuna —she managed to say in a calm voice—. It’s clear he makes you very happy.

Asuna, unaware of her friend’s internal storm, smiled and took a sip of her tea, enjoying the conversation as if everything was fine. For her, sharing this part of her life with Misumi felt natural, almost like a next step in their friendship. However, she didn’t realize that for Misumi, each word was like a nail in the coffin of something that never had the chance to be.

The rest of the afternoon passed with a deceptive calm. Asuna continued talking about Kirito, sharing anecdotes about their moments together, while Misumi nodded and responded with brief comments, trying not to reveal the true magnitude of what she was feeling. In her mind, she could only think about how everything they had built together seemed to be changing shape right before her eyes.

That night, upon arriving home, Misumi lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling of her room. Asuna's words echoed in her mind, but what hurt the most was not just the news itself, but the fact that she hadn’t seen how her feelings for Asuna had grown so much. She had become accustomed to Asuna's company, to her closeness, to the way they shared their days. Without realizing it, those moments had turned into something she looked forward to, and in the process, Asuna had become a central figure in her life.

But now, Kirito was getting in the way of that connection. And although Asuna wasn’t doing it intentionally, Misumi felt she was losing something irreplaceable.

In the following days at school, Misumi struggled to keep her composure. She knew she couldn’t tell Asuna how she really felt. How could she? Asuna was clearly in love with Kirito, and Misumi didn’t want to complicate her life or make her feel bad for something she couldn’t control. So, slowly, she began to distance herself.

The messages between classes became less frequent, and the walks after school dwindled. Misumi found excuses to avoid outings or focused more on her studies. Whenever Asuna invited her to do something, Misumi declined with some polite excuse, claiming she had things to do or that she wasn't feeling well.

Asuna started to notice the change, though at first, she didn’t think much of it. She assumed Misumi was just busier with her studies or needed some time to herself. But as time went on, the distance became too evident to ignore.

One day, when the silence between them was unbearable, Asuna decided to confront the situation.

—Misumi, has something happened? —she asked one afternoon after classes, as they walked toward the school gate. It was a question Asuna had avoided until now, but Misumi's distance was too much to overlook.

Misumi, who had anticipated this moment, glanced briefly at Asuna before looking down at the ground. She didn’t know what to say. The words tangled in her mind, a mix of pain and confusion that she couldn’t express.

—It’s nothing, Asuna. I’ve just been busy, that’s all —she replied, avoiding eye contact.

Asuna frowned, stopping in her tracks.

—It’s not just that, Misumi. Something has changed. We used to spend so much time together, and suddenly, I feel like you’re... distant. If I did something or if something bothered you, please tell me. I don’t want our friendship to be affected.

Misumi felt a lump in her throat. It was what she feared the most: that Asuna would notice the pain she carried inside and want to fix it. But this wasn’t a problem that could be solved so easily.

—It’s not your fault, Asuna —she said softly, feeling the weight of her emotions crushing her—. It’s just... things change, right? Sometimes, even if we don’t want to, everything changes.

Asuna looked at her with concern, but before she could respond, Misumi took a step back.

—I think I need a little time for myself. But don’t worry, it’s not because of you —she added quickly, seeing the confusion in Asuna’s eyes—. You’re an amazing friend, but... I need space.

With those words, Misumi walked away, leaving Asuna alone under the evening sky. As she walked, she felt tears threatening to spill, but she held them back. She knew this was the best decision for both of them, even though it hurt. Asuna deserved to be happy with Kirito, and Misumi knew she couldn’t interfere with that. However, the emptiness in her chest wouldn’t disappear easily.

As they distanced themselves, the conversation with Shinon grew increasingly intimate. Misumi, with her uniqueness, revealed a side of herself that few knew. They both shared the burden of an impossible love, and in the darkness of that room, desire intertwined with complicity.

Laughter and whispers became a refuge where they could explore their feelings, despite the pain they carried. In that clandestine space, their connection deepened, strengthening a bond that defied norms and judgment. They lost themselves in the darkness, letting passion speak for them, seeking solace in the forbidden.

They both shared the disappointment of seeing how the person they loved was together and under the sexual tension they decided to please each other and the big secret would be revealed. Misumi is special because she has male genitalia, something Asuna did not know, but Shinon and Misumi's dark room did.

Over the weeks, the distance between them solidified. Asuna tried several times to reach out, asking if everything was okay, but Misumi always responded with kindly distance. They had become like strangers again, a situation that hurt more than Misumi had anticipated.

Seeing Asuna and Kirito together, even if not often at school, was enough to make the pain wash over her again. Each smile Asuna gave Kirito, each conversation they shared in the hallways, were bitter reminders of what could never be.

Misumi knew that her decision to distance herself was the right one. But as the days passed, she realized that the emptiness in her chest was becoming deeper. No matter how hard she tried to focus on her studies or other activities, Asuna was constantly on her mind, and the feeling of loss was overwhelming.

Several weeks had gone by since that conversation with Asuna, and although both tried to maintain cordiality, their friendship had dwindled to formal exchanges of greetings. Misumi avoided any prolonged interaction, and in the few moments they crossed paths in the hallways, she always found an excuse to leave quickly.

One day, after classes, Misumi decided to go to the park where they used to study together. She sat on the same bench where they had spent so many afternoons, talking about their dreams and sharing moments of laughter and complicity. Looking around, nostalgia hit her hard. The park was as tranquil as always, but without Asuna by her side, everything felt lifeless.

—Asuna... —Misumi whispered to herself, feeling a lump in her throat. She remembered how their friendship had been her refuge, her anchor amid the storms of school life. And now, without that connection, she felt adrift.

Just when she was lost in her thoughts, she heard a familiar voice that pulled her from her reverie.

—Misumi...

She looked up quickly, finding Asuna standing in front of her. She seemed worried but also determined. Asuna wore an expression Misumi hadn’t seen in a long time: the same one she had when she insisted on resolving a problem, not letting anything go unresolved.

—Can I sit? —Asuna asked softly.

Misumi hesitated for a moment, but ultimately nodded, knowing she couldn’t keep avoiding this conversation forever. Asuna sat down beside her, keeping a small distance, respecting the space Misumi had imposed. The silence between them was heavy, filled with unspoken words.

—I’ve been thinking a lot —Asuna began, finally breaking the silence—. And I can’t keep pretending everything’s fine when clearly it’s not. I want to understand what’s going on, Misumi. I don’t want to lose our friendship.

Misumi closed her eyes, trying to hold back the emotions that threatened to spill over. She knew Asuna deserved an explanation, but how could she put into words something she hadn’t wanted to admit to herself for so long?

—It’s not easy to explain —she finally said, her voice trembling—. What I feel... it’s complicated, Asuna.

Asuna looked at her intently, her eyes reflecting the same understanding and empathy she had always shown. She didn’t press Misumi to talk, but her gaze made it clear she was there to listen.

—I... have always felt comfortable with you, more than with anyone else. When we were together, everything felt easier, warmer... —Misumi paused, taking a deep breath before continuing—. But then you met Kirito, and I couldn’t help but feel that everything changed. I’m not upset with you, Asuna. I never was. But I realized something I didn’t want to admit.

Asuna frowned, trying to decipher what Misumi was saying. Feeling she could no longer hide the truth, Misumi decided to be honest.

—I think I fell in love with you —she confessed in a whisper, barely audible—. And when I found out about Kirito, I realized that I could never be by your side in the way he is. It hurt, and that’s why I distanced myself. I couldn’t bear to see you so happy with him, knowing I would never be that person for you.

Asuna fell silent, taken aback by the revelation. It was something she hadn’t anticipated, but looking at Misumi, she understood the magnitude of what her friend had been silently enduring.

—Misumi... —Asuna said, her voice filled with softness and sadness—. I didn’t know you felt this way. I wish I had known sooner.

Misumi smiled bitterly, unable to hold back a tear rolling down her cheek.

—You couldn’t have known. I didn’t know either until it was too late. I didn’t want to feel this way, but I can’t change who I am or what I feel. And I know you love Kirito. I see it in your eyes when you talk about him, and I understand. I just... needed space to accept that this isn’t going to change.

Asuna felt overwhelmed by Misumi’s sincerity. She knew their friendship meant a lot to both of them, and now, more than ever, she understood the pain her friend had been carrying alone. She didn’t want Misumi to suffer, but she also couldn’t change her own feelings for Kirito.

—I’m so sorry you’ve been through this alone —Asuna said, tears in her eyes—. I never meant to hurt you, Misumi. You are one of the most important people in my life, and I don’t want to lose what we have.

Misumi swallowed hard, trying not to break down. She knew this moment was inevitable, but that didn’t make it any less painful.

—It’s not your fault, Asuna. This is something I have to work through on my own. And while it hurts, I’m trying to move on. I want you to be happy, truly. But I need time to heal.

Asuna nodded, understanding that there was no easy solution to this situation. She knew the only thing she could do was give Misumi the space she needed, even if it meant their friendship would never be the same.

—Take all the time you need —Asuna said sincerely—. I’ll be here when you’re ready. I’m not going to pressure you, but I want you to know that you’ll always have a place in my life if you want it.

Misumi nodded, grateful for Asuna’s understanding, but also aware that she needed to put distance to heal. The pain remained deep, but at least now she had taken the first step toward acceptance.

They said goodbye that afternoon with a brief but meaningful hug, a hug that marked the end of one chapter and the beginning of another for both of them. Misumi knew that the path to healing would be long and complicated, but she also knew that, deep down, Asuna would always be an important part of her life, even if they could never be together in the way she wished.

As she walked home alone, Misumi felt a strange mix of relief and sadness. She had been honest with Asuna, and while the pain still lingered, she felt that for the first time, she could start looking ahead.

Misumi decided it was time to set boundaries and prioritize her well-being. With courage, she addressed the situation with Shinon, who, after reflecting, realized she also wanted something healthier in her life. They both committed to leaving behind the toxic dynamic and exploring a genuine friendship, where pleasure was not the only driving force of their relationship."

The bell rang, marking the end of the class. Misumi approached Shinon, who was packing her things into her backpack, a look of sadness on her face.

—Hey, Shinon —Misumi began, feeling nervous—. Can we talk for a moment?

Shinon looked up and sighed.

—Sure, Misumi. What’s up?

They both sat on a bench in the hallway, away from the noise.

—I’ve been thinking about what we’ve been through together... how our relationship started in the midst of so much pain —Misumi said, her voice slightly trembling.

—Yeah —Shinon replied, looking down at her feet—. We were both hurting because the people we loved were with someone else. We held on to what we had, but I think we can’t keep going like this.

—Exactly —Misumi admitted, feeling a mix of sadness and relief—. I want to focus on healing and my studies. I think we need some space to get over that pain.

—I understand —Shinon said, nodding—. I also want to explore new opportunities and leave that burden behind. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to keep being your friend.

—Yes! I’d love to stay in touch. We can continue supporting each other, even if we’re no longer “more than friends” —Misumi proposed, feeling a spark of hope.

—Definitely —Shinon affirmed, smiling sadly—. We can have our own lives and still be there for each other. That won’t change.

—that sounds great. I’m happy we can do this —Misumi said, feeling that, although it was a difficult step, it was the right one.

—you’ll always be important to me, no matter what happens —Shinon assured her, her gaze sincere.

—Exactly. Let’s talk about our goals and dreams. I want to know what inspires you —Misumi suggested, wishing for a brighter future for both of them.

—Yeah! I’m excited about what lies ahead for us —Shinon responded, and both felt that, even as their paths diverged, their friendship would remain a refuge where they could heal.

And with that, Asuna would not discover Misumi's other secret, and the end of the school year arrived, and each one took her own path.

Chapter Text

Several years had passed since that afternoon when Misumi decided to distance herself from Asuna. Life, in its relentless flow, took them down separate paths. During that time, Misumi fully dedicated herself to her passion: fashion design. Over the years, her name became established in the industry, and her collections began to appear on important runways around the world. However, despite achieving professional success, she always felt a kind of emptiness in her personal life, a part of her heart that she could never completely fill.

There had been other loves, other attempts to connect with someone, but none ignited the spark she had felt with Asuna. Even when her thoughts of her faded over time, deep down, Misumi knew that the shadow of that unfinished relationship still haunted her.

As she matured in appearance, her fashion sense also evolved; she wore brown boots, followed by fitted black pants that accentuated her slim but well-defined legs. She also had on a dark striped shirt and a dark purple leather jacket that resembled the shade of a black petunia.

Her style was a blend of urban and rebellious looks; undoubtedly, her physical appearance would turn heads. She still had her beautiful straight hair pulled back into a ponytail, giving her a youthful and dynamic look. Despite this, her smooth forehead, straight nose, and almond-shaped green eyes suggested refined and well-defined facial features, with a penetrating and distinctive gaze. Her more mature voice, deep, strong, and somewhat raspy, conveyed a clear and striking tone that gave the impression of authority and firmness.

Rika, Asuna's friend, had been watching her from a distance, and oh, God, now she radiated a mix of elegance, strength, and a hint of rebellion. Without a doubt, Misumi's casual outfit highlighted the image of someone self-assured and somewhat enigmatic, with an attractive and unconventional style. "Little Mito," as she was known in the fashion scene, made Rika think that her friend had transformed to wear her thorns against anyone who tried to harm her.

Magazines continued to admire her, and Rika discussed this with Shino, who just smiled from her police car, while Rika sat in the passenger seat. Strangely enough, the two ended up as police officers together, seeking justice for the common good—an ideal that stemmed directly from their commitment to society.

— You should shut up, she is just enjoying her life and believe it or not we are still talking as if nothing—said with mischief and abuse Shino who saw her co-pilot friend suffering while they were in the parking lot.

—Ehh...

If Japanese women's voices weren't like chickens' voices when they fight, then Shino wouldn't understand this situation at all.

— You almost made me deaf, if we were on the road now I assure you that we would be in violation of several legal regulations.

— I'm sorry , it's just that I remembered a little bit the time of Asuna and Misumi , when they took away my best friend position and those two looked like two magnets in ionization .

Shiho continued to pay attention, knowing that she still had some time left before going back on patrol, and when she told her what Asuna had said to her, she wasn't surprised at all.

— Asuna was a bit lost when Misumi told her she liked her in the way we all know, and she simply said it hurt to see her with Kirito. After that, they both went their separate ways; maybe if my heart were broken, I would react like Misumi.

— Stop talking nonsense; I had to help you before to get into the police station.

They both just laughed, knowing that if they were teenagers, they would be furious and who knows when they would talk again.

— It seems Misumi is so calm while people in the café we frequently visit are asking her for photos or autographs. During this time, fashion designers who sign with good brands or simply create their own companies are doing great —Rika expressed, continuing with her feigned sadness.

— I don’t think I need to worry about Misumi. She’s a complete heartbreaker. If Asuna knew, she would be a bit amazed. Although now her problems with Kirito must be bothering her.

Shino clearly knew that Misumi had been with many women and even with her own psychologist Edith, who advised her after an unruly night, to seek stability in a relationship.

— What are you thinking? If it weren't for your glasses, a fly would have already defecated in your eye.

— It's just that I was with a heartbreaker before she became one. And indeed, Shino's knowing smile about the many secrets no one else knew about Misumi was questioning what kind of morals she had regarding friendship and society.

— I’m not going to fight with you, but it’s funny how picky your smile is. It’s better if we go do our rounds.

...

The psychologist Edith's office is particularly cozy, with yellowish lights that resemble antique lamps fueled by oil. Nevertheless, it is a modern space, furnished with fine leather furniture and well-arranged cushions.

At that moment, Misumi had returned to one of her therapy sessions seeking advice about her lost heart.

— Misumi, you know I care about you, but please start by lying back on the gray sofa in front of you.

Misumi, like a small child, obeyed — Before you start saying it’s about sexuality or intimacy, that's a mistake. I've tried going out with more people, but I always end up in a love hotel or at a stranger's house.

She said this while resting on her back, looking at the abstract art on the walls.

Edith sat in one of her leather chairs, sighing as Misumi never let her get the first words in. This time, she didn’t want to take notes or give her those tests to see if she was losing her mind.

— Wow, the woman with the Guinness record isn’t proud to know how many women she's had in her bed.

Edith tried to lighten the mood with a harmless joke.

— You don’t want to know why I’ve even asked for the bill with you.

Misumi continued with an arrogant smile — Ahhh, arguing with you is like flirting in the Trojan War, "little Mito."

— Don’t call me that, please. I’m a woman with a crisis; every time I walk down the street, I hear that name — she commented while covering her face.

— I don’t know, so why do you keep asking for more sessions if we always end up at the same point? — Edith remarked, smiling as she looked at her phone, checking a message from Alice.

Misumi already had everything recorded in her mind: Edith flirting with Alice while dating Kirito and Asuna. A sigh from that brown-haired woman tormented her because she had deluded herself into thinking she might have a chance. But at twenty-five, she couldn’t continue like a foolish teenager, trapped in her thoughts about what things should be. If her life were a story, very little would be revealed.

The office had become her bubble, a refuge in the dim light where she longed for the warm embrace of someone who truly cared and could help her find her place.

Looking back, she realized she had become irresponsible with her own emotional needs, neglecting what really mattered. All of this was thanks to her parents and those brown eyes that had welcomed her without asking for anything in return. It was in that claustrophobic shyness where she felt most trapped, yearning for an escape that seemed so far away.

— For once, I would like to amend my past, but I’m a coward who locks herself in her own prison. Maybe if I called Argo and told her to summon Asuna... perhaps I should just freeze my mind and talk to her.

The whisper wasn’t deafening, as Edith had been messaging Argo, who quickly replied that she had already set up a meeting without either of them knowing they would be seeing each other.

Edith observed how passive and stubborn Misumi was, silently trying to talk to herself as if that would solve anything.

— Misumi, let’s meet today at three in the usual café. Don’t worry, there won’t be anyone there who knows you.

And just like that, Argo had planned everything, seemingly disregarding poor Misumi’s perspective. The thought of meeting Asuna filled her with anxiety, yet the pressure of not wanting to disappoint her friend pushed her to act. What would she say? How would she feel upon seeing her? Her thoughts swirled like a whirlwind, while reality became imminent, approaching with each passing second.

— And then you’d take me to practice deeper psychological therapies…

Misumi always tried to flirt in every direction, like a male peacock showing off its beautiful plumage. However, Edith had learned to read Misumi: behind that uninhibited flirtation was a person yearning for affection without asking for anything in return. Every smile and playful gesture was a silent cry for connection and love, a quest to be seen and valued for who she truly was.

Edith understood that, deep down, Misumi not only wanted to be admired but also craved to be embraced in her vulnerability. That need for affection was hidden behind a facade of confidence, and although Misumi disguised it as lightheartedness, beneath it lay a struggle to find her place in a world that often felt cold and distant.

— I'm serious, just go there and I’ll leave you speechless — he said while cupping Misumi's face in his hands and giving her a gentle kiss on her smooth forehead. — Just listen, do you understand, Tozawa-san? —

The words he said with such affection made her stomach churn; she hoped it wasn't a sign of falling in love.

...

After what Edith said, she arrived half an hour early at the café they had agreed on. Misumi settled at a table by the window of the small café. The place hadn’t changed much since the last time she was there, before her life took a turn toward success. As she sipped her coffee, she watched people pass by, enjoying the anonymity in this quiet corner of the city.

“I’m sorry, Misumi, neither Argo nor I will be able to go to the café. Please forgive us.”

Misumi was grateful she had checked her phone; otherwise, she would have been waiting like an idiot. She would make them pay for this joke later.

She was about to get up when the soft sound of the bell above the door chimed as someone entered. Distracted, Misumi barely lifted her gaze until a familiar movement caught her attention. At first, she thought her mind was playing tricks on her. But when she looked up fully, her heart stopped for a moment.

— Asuna — were the only words she could manage upon seeing her; now she wished to be a starfish, hiding under a rock.

She realized that Asuna, at twenty-five, radiated a serene and mature beauty. Her long, silky hair fell in soft waves framing her face, shimmering with an almost ethereal glow. Her deep hazel eyes were expressive and full of life, capable of conveying both sweetness and determination.

Her features were delicate: a fine, well-defined nose, and lips that lit up her face when they curved into a smile. Asuna's skin was smooth and luminous, with a slight blush on her cheeks that highlighted her vitality. Her figure was elegant and slender, exuding confidence and grace.

Every movement she made seemed fluid and harmonious, as if she danced with each step. Together, Asuna was a vision of beauty that combined strength and sweetness, leaving a lasting impression on those around her.

Misumi watched Asuna, and seeing her hair brought back a nostalgic memory. She remembered the day she had taken each section of that silky, shining hair and carefully braided it. The image of Asuna sitting in front of her, with that expression of confidence and vulnerability, filled her heart.

She had started the braid at the top of Asuna's head, feeling the softness of each strand between her fingers. At first, she tightened it, wanting everything to look perfect, but as she progressed, she wanted it to become looser, more natural. Some loose strands had escaped, framing Asuna's face and giving her a fresh, carefree look.

The way the braid fell over her shoulder, the movement it carried, reminded her of the special connection they shared. The contrast between the neat braid and the rebellious strands reflected Asuna’s very essence: strong and determined, yet with a sweetness that had always captivated her. Misumi smiled, remembering how much that small gesture meant—a tribute of affection woven by her own hands.

And she realized that she had the same braid, but with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. It seemed that the more Asuna grew, the more beautiful she became, especially in an outfit that reflected her maturity and personal style. She chose a silk blouse in a soft ivory hue, delicately fitted to her figure, accentuating her elegance without sacrificing comfort. The sleeves were slightly flared, adding a touch of sophistication.

Paired with a flowing midi skirt in a deep blue tone, it moved gracefully as she walked, projecting an image of confidence and femininity. The skirt had an asymmetrical cut, giving it a modern and dynamic flair.

She completed her look with low-heeled nude shoes, providing height without sacrificing comfort. Delicate earrings and a subtle silver bracelet added a touch of sparkle, while her elegantly braided hair framed her face charmingly.

Asuna exuded a serene and confident presence, reflecting her personal growth and unique style, balancing sophistication with an accessible and warm aura.

Breaking out of her mental reverie, what surprised Misumi the most wasn’t just seeing Asuna again, but the baby she held in her arms. Misumi blinked, confused, as a mix of emotions washed over her. The last she knew, Asuna had been fighting with Kirito, and the baby must have come long before their conflict began.

She was grateful for the special undergarments she wore that concealed her noticeable friend; otherwise, this would have been utterly embarrassing.

Asuna hadn’t seen her yet, absorbed in searching for something in her bag while the baby in her arms slept peacefully. What Misumi noticed almost immediately was the absence of something she expected to see: the wedding ring she had always assumed Asuna would wear. But it was gone.

Misumi froze for a moment, unsure whether to approach or not. The weight of her past with Asuna crashed down on her all at once: the pain of her confession, the distance that had grown between them, and now this unexpected reunion—though not so unexpected considering the message on her phone.

Finally, Asuna looked up, and their eyes met. For a second, they both stood still, surprised by each other's presence. The smile that formed on Asuna's lips was soft and nostalgic.

— Misumi… — she whispered, as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

She acted like an idiot but had to keep a low profile, yet she suspected that Asuna already knew she had been played in the same way as she had recently. All those feelings had played a trick on her because she sat back down in her seat as if she were on autopilot. Quickly, she had no choice but to approach her destination.

—Asuna... I didn't expect to see you here —said Misumi, trying to maintain her composure while her mind searched for answers. Her eyes instinctively dropped to the baby, who was sleeping peacefully.

—I didn't expect you either; it's a very pleasant surprise —responded Asuna with a warmth that melted some of the tension Misumi had been carrying—. Do you have a moment to sit with me?

Misumi ascended, and they both headed to a table by the window. As they sat down, the initial silence gave way to a small conversation about how much their lives had changed.

Misumi looked at Asuna, feeling her heart pounding. The words choked in her throat, as if each syllable was wrapped in the weight of years.

— I'm surprised Argo pulled this bad trick on us —she said, her voice trembling a bit more than he intended — But... maybe it's not so bad after all.

— And what's so wrong about it? I'm grateful she did it. I really wanted to talk to you. I hope it's not a bother.

The warmth in her eyes was palpable, a mix of affection, nostalgia, and a harmony that completely enveloped her. Misumi felt that those looks made her vulnerable, as if every shared memory from the past was manifesting in that moment.

— It's not a bother...—She finally replied, her voice more steady—It's just... I struggled to get used to saying your name again. So much has happened, but seeing you here... makes it all worthwhile.

— I understand, but putting that aside, you've made an incredible name for yourself as a designer, Misumi. Your creations are everywhere. I'm so proud of you —Asuna said with genuine admiration.

Those words caused Misumi's eyes to water with the courage she felt. She didn't want to cry in public, and hearing Asuna's words was stronger than any college degree in that moment.

Misumi felt a mix of irritation and curiosity, her thoughts focused on the baby Asuna held so tenderly. After a moment of hesitation, she decided to ask.

— Is it your baby?—she asked softly, fearing the answer.

Asuna looked up at her, a mix of love and fatigue in her eyes.

— Yes, her name is Yui. She's my daughter.

Misumi moved slowly, her mind processing what this new reality meant. However, there was still something that remained unclear. Where was Kirito? She hadn't seen any sign of him, nor had his name come up in the conversation. She knew the basics about Kirito, but she wanted Asuna to confirm it personally.

—And... Kirito?—she finally dared to ask, her voice quieter than she intended.

Asuna sighed, her expression shifting to one of contained sadness. She looked down at her daughter, stroking her small head before responding.

—We're not together. It’s been a while since our lives took different paths. Sometimes, no matter how hard I try, things don’t work out as you hoped.

Misumi felt a strange mix of relief and empathy upon hearing those words. Although she hadn't wished for it, a small part of her sensed that something was changing. Asuna was no longer married to Kirito, and that void, though painful for her, meant something entirely different for Misumi. Perhaps, just perhaps, this was a new opportunity.

—I’m sorry to hear that, Asuna—Misumi said, genuinely concerned—. I know it hasn’t been easy for you.

Asuna nodded weakly and leaned in.

—It wasn’t. But I have Yui, and she makes everything more bearable.

The conversation continued with small details about their lives, as if they were trying to reconnect in a more natural way. However, deep down, the weight of the past remained present. The years of separation, unresolved feelings, and now this unexpected reunion brought with them a tide of emotions neither was prepared to face so quickly.

—Asuna, you might say I've changed, that perhaps the news of a playboy on television must disappoint you; however, I'm a selfish being and came here seeking an opportunity—she said without looking her in the face, feeling as if the paparazzi were insignificant compared to Asuna.

—Misumi—she lifted her face so their eyes were parallel—tell me while looking me in the eyes, and I won’t hold back either, nor will I let anything limit me from now on.

—I think about you, Asuna, every moment. Even after all this time, I still think about our friendship and what I told you years ago—she said bravely, though not without fear—. I know things are different now, but I can’t help feeling that… maybe we deserve a second chance. I don’t want to distance myself from you again.

Misumi’s red cheeks brought Asuna back to the past, and she smiled with satisfaction.

—I’ve thought about you a lot too, Misumi—she confessed, a glimmer of nostalgia in her eyes—. After everything we went through, I realized how much you meant to me. But… I thought you had distanced yourself because you no longer wanted to see me.

Misumi shook her head.

—I distanced myself because I didn’t want to hurt you. Because I didn’t know how to deal with what I felt. But I don’t want to live with that distance between us anymore.

Asuna took a deep breath, her eyes filling with emotion.

—Then… maybe we can start over. I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I don’t want to miss the chance to try this time. I don’t want to make the mistake of letting you go again, Misumi.

They looked at each other, and in that moment, the wounds of the past began to heal, replaced by a new promise. The fate that had once separated them now seemed to offer a chance to rebuild what had been broken. Asuna and Misumi didn’t know what lay ahead, but they were willing to discover it together.

The café, once filled with painful memories, now felt like a new beginning.

—By the way, from now on, nobody will know you as a playboy but as the person I want to love, and you can't go back to therapy or meet people without my consent. Business connections are fine, though.

Asuna had already put a leash on her, but she didn’t mind because this was the person who could bring her happiness. She didn’t know who had told her about those events, but Edith and Argo would have to pay for the upcoming moments of joy.

—Fine, you win—Misumi replied, ready to pay the bills and smile.

As they exited the café, it was already dark outside, and Misumi wanted Asuna to come to her house. She wouldn’t mind if Asuna said to take things slow; now she had all the time in the world.

—Asuna, would you like to come to my place? It’s okay if you don’t want to...—she couldn’t finish as a soft kiss was planted on her lips, tasting like fresh cherries. She would have loved to hold on to that feeling for a few more seconds, but they would save it for later.

—Who said I don’t want to? We’re just starting out, so I’m all yours on this journey, and Yui won’t be left behind.

Misumi smiled affectionately and contentedly, wrapping her arm around Asuna's and leading her to her car, grateful for the new family she would have.

Without a doubt, it wasn’t what her parents had initially wanted, but she had achieved what she had always desired.