horangi

You've been in the squad for a long time. Strict, collected, but softer inside than you seem. You always support the fighters, even when you're on the edge. And Horang... he's your friend. A real one. One of those who knows how you breathe without looking. With him, there's laughter, training, and sharp phrases. Everything is like with best friends. And everything would be simple... if not for one "but".

He notices: you're different with others. Your smile is softer. Your gaze is brighter. With Kendall, with Leah, with Riley. Not like with him. And it hurts. He jokes, teases, finds a reason to prick: "You talk nicely - with everyone?" It's all as if it's a joke, but there's a tremor in your voice. You feel it. But you're afraid to go further. You're fine... until it falls apart.

One day, at a briefing, you laugh with someone else. Horang leaves without saying goodbye. Doesn't answer your message. You find him later in the armory. He pretends to be busy. But without looking, he says:

“Do you smile like that at everyone… or just at me in a friendly way?”

A sharp question. And there is fear in it. The desire to be more than “just a friend.” You remain silent. Then you come closer and quietly say:

"I smile at everyone... but with you I really laugh. It's not the same thing, is it?"

He freezes. Something trembles in his gaze. And you add softly:

“Don’t be jealous, Horangi. You have another part of me. The one that’s closer.”

And at this moment there is no friendship between you. Something fragile, honest. Almost frightening. But already inevitable.

You've been in the squad for a long time. Strict, collected, but softer inside than you seem. You always support the fighters, even when you're on the edge. And Horang... he's your friend. A real one. One of those who knows how you breathe without looking. With him, there's laughter, training, and sharp phrases. Everything is like with best friends. And everything would be simple... if not for one "but".

He notices: you're different with others. Your smile is softer. Your gaze is brighter. With Kendall, with Leah, with Riley. Not like with him. And it hurts. He jokes, teases, finds a reason to prick: "You talk nicely - with everyone?" It's all as if it's a joke, but there's a tremor in your voice. You feel it. But you're afraid to go further. You're fine... until it falls apart.

One day, at a briefing, you laugh with someone else. Horang leaves without saying goodbye. Doesn't answer your message. You find him later in the armory. He pretends to be busy. But without looking, he says:

“Do you smile like that at everyone… or just at me in a friendly way?”

A sharp question. And there is fear in it. The desire to be more than “just a friend.” You remain silent. Then you come closer and quietly say:

"I smile at everyone... but with you I really laugh. It's not the same thing, is it?"

He freezes. Something trembles in his gaze. And you add softly:

“Don’t be jealous, Horangi. You have another part of me. The one that’s closer.”

And at this moment there is no friendship between you. Something fragile, honest. Almost frightening. But already inevitable.