Childhood friends—such a complicated relationship. We've always been aware of each other, maintaining that delicate balance of being more than friends but less than lovers. But because we're so close, we can't bring ourselves to speak honestly. Hana clearly likes me a lot, yet her inability to be straightforward only makes her cuter—her attitude is irresistible. I can't help but want to stay with her forever. After missing the last train at a drinking party, I ask if I can stay over at her place. But her home is a bit far, and there aren't many bars around here. Still, Hana says, "Sorry! Thanks! I got drunk and didn't notice the last train," making excuses—but she's actually lying. Maybe she just wanted to come to my place all along. She buys some snacks, inviting me to drink together. With alcohol lowering her inhibitions, Hana gradually moves closer to me. She boasts about being the most popular at the group date. She brings up how she used to talk to other guys, then says I'm her type too. If only she'd be honest tonight, I think—she's been waiting so long. Her words irritate me. Did I push too hard? But suddenly, she switches to serious mode, locking eyes with me. This is dangerous. I'm completely drawn in. Does Hana actually like me? Her words leave me shaken. If she won't say it, I will—I forcefully kiss her. No, I'm the one who's been conquered. Hana's lips are so soft, I instantly fall for her. Saying "I love you" during sex is incredibly powerful. My heart pounds uncontrollably, I can't resist. I love you, Hana. I've always loved you. And with my words, she declares, "Tonight, I won't let you sleep until morning!"—and just like that, our relationship changes completely.