Chapter 28: Fading Lines ( 28 )

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Chapter 28 - Fading Lines ( 28 ) As Satomi disappeared up the stairs, the house fell quiet again. Kyouko stood still in the kitchen, her hand resting lightly on the counter, replaying her daughter's words in her mind. "Just be friends with him." "Friends...?" she whispered to herself. Friends don't sit shoulder to shoulder under the stars, wrapped in a silence that feels warmer than any conversation. Friends don't hold each other that close. Friends don't let their hands rest on places only lovers should touch. Friends don't cry into each other's arms... ...and they certainly don't look at lips the way he did that night. Kyouko touched her own lips, her eyes unfocused. They hadn't kissed. She had stopped it before it went too far. But something did happen—something you can't undo. Friend, huh...? Whatever this was... It wasn't friendship. Not anymore. Kyouko leaned against the kitchen wall, arms gently crossed, watching Haruki from afar as he sat on the couch with his laptop—focused, calm... completely unaware of the quiet storm brewing inside her. Satomi's voice still echoed in her mind. "Try to be friends with him." Friends... Since when could a man and a woman truly be just friends? She let that thought linger. Maybe when they're strangers. Maybe when there's no warmth or laughter shared. Maybe when the heart doesn't skip a beat... ...when the silence between them isn't so comfortable. But once a woman lets a man hug her, lets his hand rest where it shouldn't, lets her own head lean into his chest and stay there. That's not friendship anymore. She exhaled slowly, her eyes still on Haruki. Without saying a word, Kyouko moved to the kitchen and quietly made a cup of coffee. Haruki's favorite. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, grounding her in the quiet of the house. She glanced up at the stairs. They were probably busy packing or maybe already asleep. It didn't matter. Haruki was still in the living room, his laptop on the low table, earbuds in, completely absorbed in whatever project he was working on. That calm, focused expression made her chest ache in a strange, quiet way. She approached him slowly and gently shook his shoulder. "Haruki?" He flinched slightly, then smiled when he saw her. "Hmm? Oh... Kyouko-san." She handed him the cup. "Coffee for you." "Ah, thank you." Kyouko sat beside him without saying anything, close enough to feel the warmth from his arm. Her eyes shifted to his laptop screen, curious. "What are you working on?" she asked. "Just fixing some slide presentations for a pitch meeting," Haruki replied, pulling out one earbud to let her catch a glimpse of what he was doing. Kyouko didn't respond right away. She just watched how he worked—the quiet concentration, the way he held his coffee with one hand while navigating the screen with the other. They sat like that, side by side, in a kind of silence that didn't need to be broken. Not awkward. Not distant. Just... close. Kyouko leaned in, pretending to be interested in the screen—but what she really wanted was to catch Haruki's reaction. Her loose house dress shifted slightly, dipping lower at the neckline, just enough to reveal the soft curve of her cleavage. She noticed when he looked. Haruki's gaze hesitated for just a moment, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. His eyes locked onto the curve of her chest before darting back up to the screen, as if pretending he hadn't looked at all. She could even see his ears turning faintly red. Kyouko smiled to herself. So predictable. "Friends," she thought. That word kept echoing in her mind. A man and a woman... could they ever truly be "just friends"? At least, not when they were this close. Not when she noticed the way his eyes followed her... Not when he kept looking at places he shouldn't. Men always had one desire at their core: lust. Sex. The craving and fire behind their glances. They rarely thought about anything else when the moment showed it was possible. But Kyouko wasn't upset. She wasn't offended. She just smiled—a soft, knowing smile—and sat back again, sipping her coffee. If Satomi and her husband wanted to call this "friendship," Then fine. Kyouko would be Haruki's "friend." The kind who knew exactly how his gaze lingered. The kind who didn't mind if he did. Kyouko glanced toward the stairs. It was quiet. No sounds from upstairs—just the hum of the night. Then, without a word, she pulled out her phone and slid closer to Haruki. The couch was long, and Haruki had shifted to one end, still absorbed in his laptop. Kyouko turned slightly, brought her knees up, and slowly stretched out, resting her legs along the couch. Then, without hesitation, she gently laid her head down on Haruki's lap. Haruki froze for a moment, surprised. His hands lifted instinctively, unsure where to go, before settling near her shoulder—awkward but gentle. Kyouko didn't say anything. She just scrolled through her phone as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "You're comfortable like that?" Haruki asked, his voice a little hoarse. "Mmm. Yeah," Kyouko replied softly, without looking up. Her hair spilled across his thigh. He could feel the slight weight of her head and her breath brushing against his stomach. Her legs curled slightly, her toes brushing the edge of the couch. There was something about the way she moved—calm, quiet, but... deliberate. Haruki didn't move. He just stared at her, then slowly returned to his laptop—though he couldn't focus on anything on the screen. Not with Kyouko lying across him like this. Not with that warmth on his lap. Not when her scent lingered so close. Kyouko smiled softly when she noticed Haruki looking at her—not just a quick glance, but the way his eyes shifted between her face... and her breasts. Of course. That's how men are, she thought, amused. Drawn to a woman's face... then inevitably to certain parts. Her lips. Her curves. Breasts. And Kyouko knew there was more. She wasn't offended. In fact, it felt oddly reassuring. She was still a woman. Still desirable—even if no one said it aloud anymore. Kyouko didn't move. She just let him look, remaining calm and in control, her smile never fading. If this was what being "just friends" looked like... she didn't mind. ( End of Chapter )

Chapter 28: Fading Lines ( 28 )

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