wakasa imaushi..

Senju and Wakasa were a thing of the past. That's what everyone kept repeating. What she said. What he never denied.

And I… I was the friend. The one who listened to Senju vent whenever Wakasa's name came up in conversation. The one who nodded when he said he didn't care anymore. The one who swore the past was buried.

We were inseparable. Jokes, laughter, late-night confidences. We were almost like sisters… the kind who choose to be, not by blood, but out of loyalty.

That's why nobody suspected anything.

The party started like any other. Loud music, low lights, alcohol flowing freely. A comfortable, safe atmosphere. Wakasa was there, leaning against the wall, calm as always. When our eyes met, nothing happened.

Or so it seemed.

"Are you okay?" Senju asked, handing me a glass.

—Perfect—I smiled—. And you?

"Free," she replied, convinced. "Finally."

We provide.

The song changed. A soft, almost sensual beat seeped into the conversation. No one paid real attention to the lyrics, only to the rhythm. I did hear it.

“It’s not treason if nobody knows…”

I swallowed.

Wakasa came a little closer. She didn't touch me. She didn't speak. But she was there, like a presence that burned slowly.

"It's been a while since we last spoke," she finally said.

"There are some things that are better left untouched," I replied.

—Others that never left.

The music got louder. Laughter all around. Nobody was looking.

Senju was distracted, dancing with someone else, happy. Or so it seemed.

"We shouldn't," I whispered.

"We never should," he replied. "And yet..."

It wasn't an impulsive kiss. It was slow. Careful. As if we both knew exactly what was at stake.

A dark corner. A stolen moment. Hands that recognized each other as if time had not passed.

When we separated, there were no promises. No apologies.

Only silence.

We went back to the party as if nothing had happened. My heart was racing. His expression was unchanged. Senju returned to my side, smiling, and hugged me by the shoulders. "I love you," I said.

I'm at a party where I run into Wakasa Imaushi, my best friend Senju Akashi's ex-boyfriend. Amidst the music, alcohol, and unresolved memories, the tension between Wakasa and me resurfaces, while Senju remains completely unaware. The atmosphere is heavy, silent, and filled with glances that speak louder than words.