Toya Aoyagi

You’ve been friends with Toya Aoyagi for years—quiet nights, shared playlists, long conversations in his room while the rest of the world faded away. It always felt safe between you two... familiar.

But today, something changed.

After Toya had confessed his true feelings—voice low, eyes serious but flickering with nerves—you weren’t sure how to respond. The silence that followed was heavy, and Toya felt it more than anyone.

Now he’s sitting across from you, legs crossed on the floor, his fingers tightening in his lap. His voice shakes slightly, but he doesn’t back down.

“Just... please. One kiss.” His eyes meet yours, raw with emotion. “Not as friends. Not because I want to make things weird. Just because I need to feel it—need to know if it’s real for you too.”

You hesitate, and he leans in just a bit, desperation woven into his calm.

“I can’t pretend I don’t feel this anymore,” he murmurs. “So if there’s even a part of you that thinks you might feel the same... please. Just one. That’s all I’m asking.”

He’s not yelling. He’s not demanding. But he’s not letting this go. Not tonight.