𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯..

𝑬𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒅𝒆 - 01

“We can’t stay just friends,” Feena said quietly.

“I see you as my… other half.”

“Huh?”

The word barely left Kysa’s lips.

She stood frozen, staring at Feena as if the world had suddenly tilted off its axis. Her eyes widened—not dramatically, not loudly—but in that helpless, childish way where surprise steals all language away. Her lips parted, then closed again, like she was trying to catch a thought that refused to be caught. For a moment, she looked less like a person and more like a question left unanswered.

Feena exhaled slowly, as if she had been holding her breath for a very long time.

She reached out and took Kysa’s hand in hers. Kysa’s fingers were warm—too warm for someone who understood nothing yet. She was all confusion, all innocence, like a child standing at the edge of a feeling she didn’t have words for.

“I don’t mean love the way people casually say it,”

Feena continued, her voice trembling but steady at the same time.

“Not the kind that fits easily into sentences. I mean the kind that stays. The kind that notices you even when you’re silent. The kind that feels incomplete when you’re not around.”

She looked at Kysa then, really looked at her.

“I love you in a way that doesn’t know how to leave.”

Kysa blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Her brows knitted together as if she were trying to solve a problem far too big for her age. She pulled her hand back slightly—not in rejection, but in confusion.

“I… I’m sorry,” she said honestly. “I don’t think I understand.”

She hesitated, then added softly,

“I love you too. Of course I do. That’s normal, isn’t it? But… more than that?” Her voice dropped, uncertain.

“We’re both girls. What kind of love are you talking about?”

She wasn’t scared.

She wasn’t angry.

She was just sixteen years old—standing face to face with a feeling she didn’t yet have a name for.

And Feena knew.

This was only the beginning.

Two years later..

Morning had already begun, but Kysa’s room was still drowning in the lazy silence of sleep.

Her phone, however, had other plans.

It rang once.

Twice.

Then again—relentless, persistent, almost angry.

With an irritated groan, Kysa dragged her hand across the bed until her fingers finally found the vibrating phone. Her eyes were barely open as she answered the call.

“Hello…”

The moment she put the phone to her ear—

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!”

Kysa flinched so hard she nearly dropped the phone.

“Today is your first day at college, and you’re still sleeping?!”

the girl on the other side shouted without mercy.

“You have mentor draw today, Kysa! How can you still be snoozing?!”

Kysa winced, pulling the phone slightly away from her ear.

“Phi… you don’t have to yell,” she murmured sleepily.

“I only need a few minutes to get ready… and I still have one hour.”

The girl continued scolding her anyway.

Kysa simply chuckled under her breath, already used to this dramatic morning routine. After a few more warnings and threats from the other side of the call, she finally promised to hurry.

“Fine, fine. I’m getting up.”

She stretched her arms lazily, blinking away the last traces of sleep before dragging herself out of bed.

Twenty minutes later.

Kysa stood awkwardly at the college campus entrance.

Students were everywhere—walking in groups, laughing, chatting excitedly, their voices filling the morning air with unfamiliar energy.

Kysa, meanwhile, looked completely lost.

Her eyes wandered around the crowd, searching.

Where is she…?

“Are you Kysa?”

Kysa turned at the sound of the voice.

A girl stood beside her, smiling gently.

Kysa nodded.

The girl’s smile widened, warm and reassuring.

“I’m Tropa,” she said. “Your phi Soha’s friend. She sent me to help you.”

“Oh—hello, phi.”

Kysa greeted her politely, lowering her head slightly out of respect for her senior.

Tropa chuckled softly at her shy politeness and gestured for her to follow.

“Come on. The mentoring program is about to start.”

They had barely walked a few steps when another familiar voice cut through the air.

“You! Finally came? Huh?”

Soha marched toward them, pointing accusingly at Kysa.

“If I hadn’t called you, you probably wouldn’t have come at all!”

Kysa puffed her cheeks in protest.

“But I made it here in twenty minutes, hm!”

“Because you were scared of me, obviously,” Soha shot back.

Tropa burst into laughter at the two of them.

Shaking her head, she gently patted Kysa’s shoulder.

“No, Kysa. Seriously,” she said kindly. “This program is important. You should attend every mentoring program until you reach your senior year.”

Kysa listened carefully and nodded.

“Yes, phi.”

Though she still looked a little lost in the unfamiliar campus, something about the morning felt strangely exciting—

like the beginning of a chapter she didn’t know she was about to enter.

The afternoon heat pressed heavily against the campus, making the air feel slow and lazy.

Kysa sat on one of the benches beneath a large tree, her head slightly lowered as her fingers moved quickly across her phone screen. Around her, the mentoring program continued with loud chatter and scattered laughter, but she barely paid attention.

Beside her, Tropa stood with a tired sigh.

“This heat is unbearable,” she muttered, fanning herself slightly with her hand.

Kysa hummed absentmindedly, still scrolling through her phone.

Soha, who had been standing with them a moment ago, had already left.

“I’m going to get us some drinks,” she had said earlier. “You two look like you’re about to melt.”

Now she was gone, leaving Kysa and Tropa waiting beneath the shade.

Tropa glanced around the campus.

“Soha still hasn’t come back?” she asked.

Kysa lifted her eyes from her phone for a second and shook her head.

“Not yet, phi.”

“Hmm.”

Tropa checked the time on her own phone and sighed.

“My mentee should be here any minute. I told her to meet me around this area.”

Kysa only nodded again, her attention drifting right back to the screen in her hands.

A few moments later, Soha finally appeared in the distance, walking toward them with three cold drinks in her hands.

Tropa noticed her first.

“Oh, she’s coming,” Tropa said with a small smile. “Good. Then I can introduce my mentee too.”

Kysa barely reacted, still typing on her phone.

Tropa turned her head slightly and called out toward someone behind her.

“Feena, over here!”

The name slipped into the air so casually.

But the effect was anything but casual.

Kysa’s fingers stopped moving.

The screen of her phone dimmed slowly in her hands.

For a moment, she didn’t look up.

Then—very slowly—she lifted her head.

A girl was walking toward them from across the courtyard.

Two years had passed.

People change in two years. Faces mature, voices deepen, expressions shift.

But some things remain painfully recognizable.

Kysa knew those eyes.

Even from a distance.

Even after all this time.

Her breath caught quietly in her throat.

Feena.

Feena slowed her steps when she noticed who was sitting on the bench.

For a brief moment, her expression flickered with something unreadable—surprise, perhaps… or something deeper.

But it disappeared almost immediately.

By the time she reached them, her face looked calm.

Almost too calm.

Tropa smiled brightly, completely unaware of the strange silence forming between the two girls.

Soha arrived at the same time, holding out the drinks.

Only then did Tropa finish her sentence.

“This is my mentee, Feena.”

The name settled between them like a stone dropped into still water.

Kysa stared.

Feena met her gaze quietly.

Neither of them spoke.

Soha blinked, looking from one girl to the other.

“…Wait,” she said slowly. “Why do you two look like you’ve seen a ghost?”

The campus buzzed with noise around them.

But in that small space beneath the tree—

everything suddenly felt very, very quiet.

Neither of them answered.

Kysa could hear her own heartbeat louder than the noise of the campus around her.

Feena.

The name echoed inside her head like a memory she had forgotten she carried.

Two years.

Two whole years since that afternoon in high school. Since those strange words Feena had said with such trembling certainty. Since Kysa had stood there, confused, apologizing for something she didn’t even understand.

And now—

Here she was.

Standing only a few steps away.

Kysa suddenly became very aware of everything: the drink in her hand, the heat pressing against her skin, the way Feena looked now… calmer… different.

Was she always this quiet?

Kysa couldn’t remember.

Or maybe she had simply never looked closely enough before.

Before anyone could answer, Soha stepped forward and handed the drinks out.

“Here,” Soha said, passing one to Kysa and another to Tropa. Then she noticed the third cup still in her hand and frowned.

“Oh… great,” she sighed. “I bought three drinks without thinking.”

Soha looked at Tropa.

“You didn’t tell me your mentee was coming already.”

Kysa glanced down at the cup in her hand.

Coconut tea.

She paused.

A small wrinkle appeared between her brows.

Great.

Kysa didn’t drink coconut tea. She had never liked it.

For a brief moment she considered keeping quiet and just forcing herself to drink it anyway.

But then—

her eyes shifted.

Feena was standing right there.

And without thinking too much about it, Kysa held the drink out toward her.

“You can take this if you want,” she said casually.

Feena looked at the cup, then at Kysa.

Kysa scratched the back of her neck awkwardly.

“I mean… you used to like coconut tea, right?” she added.

“I figured your taste probably hasn’t changed in two years.”

The words slipped out naturally.

Only after saying them did Kysa realize what she had just revealed.

For a brief second, the air between them felt strangely still.

Feena stared at the cup in her hand.

Then slowly… she accepted it.

“…It hasn’t,” she said quietly.

Her fingers wrapped around the cup.

Across from them, Soha blinked.

Then blinked again.

Across from them, Soha narrowed her eyes.

“…Hold on.”

Tropa looked confused. “What?”

Soha pointed between Kysa and Feena.

“You two.”

She tilted her head.

“Do you know each other?”

Kysa froze slightly.

Feena lifted the coconut tea to her lips and took a calm sip.

“…We’ve met before,” she said.

That was all.

But somehow—

the way she said it made it sound like a story no one else knew yet.

For a brief second, silence hovered between them.

Then Soha simply nodded.

“Oh. That makes things easier then,” she said, sounding relieved.

Tropa smiled as well.

“Right? At least introductions won’t be awkward.”

Neither of them seemed particularly curious. To them, it was just a small coincidence—two people who had crossed paths before.

But for Kysa, it didn’t feel small at all.

She sounds so normal.

Feena had said those words so calmly… as if nothing important had ever happened between them.

As if that afternoon two years ago had simply faded away.

A strange feeling twisted inside Kysa’s chest.

Back then, she hadn’t understood anything.

She had been too young, too confused, too careless with her words.

“We’re both girls… what kind of love are you talking about?”

The memory suddenly felt heavier than it used to.

Kysa swallowed quietly.

Did I hurt her that day?

She wasn’t sure.

But the thought lingered, leaving behind a quiet sense of regret she couldn’t quite explain.

Beside her, Feena took another small sip of the coconut tea.

Her eyes drifted toward Kysa again.

For a moment—just a moment—surprise flickered across her face.

Two years ago, Kysa had looked smaller. Softer somehow.

Now she stood taller, her shoulders broader, her presence a little more confident.

Her hair was shorter.

Her voice deeper.

Even the way she stood felt different.

Feena almost didn’t recognize her at first.

She changed…

The realization settled quietly in her mind.

But instead of lingering on it, Feena simply looked away again.

Time had moved forward.

And so had she.

“Alright,” Tropa clapped her hands lightly. “We should head to the mentoring hall.”

“Yeah,” Soha agreed. “Orientation will start soon.”

They began walking toward the building together.

Soha and Tropa talked casually in front, discussing the mentoring schedule.

Behind them, Kysa and Feena walked side by side.

Not too close.

Not too far.

Neither of them spoke.

Yet somehow—

the silence between them felt heavier than any conversation.

~𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆~

𝑬𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒅𝒆 02..

The mentoring hall was already half full by the time they arrived.

Rows of chairs stretched across the wide room, filled with groups of freshmen whispering, laughing, and nervously glancing around. The air buzzed with excitement and uncertainty—the familiar atmosphere of a new beginning.

Soha walked ahead confidently, waving her hand.

“Come on, this way.”

Tropa followed beside her, already discussing something about the mentoring schedule.

Behind them, Kysa and Feena walked in silence.

Not too close.

Not too far.

The space between them felt strangely noticeable.

Kysa tried to keep her eyes forward, but her mind refused to stay calm.

Why does it feel so awkward?

Two years ago she hadn’t even understood what Feena meant.

But now…

Now standing beside her again felt different.

Heavier.

As if there were words floating in the air between them that neither of them dared to touch.

They finally reached an empty row.

“Sit here,” Soha said.

Tropa sat down first.

Soha dropped into the chair beside her.

That left two empty seats.

Side by side.

Kysa noticed it immediately.

Great.

She hesitated for a second before sitting down.

A moment later, Feena quietly took the seat beside her.

The distance between their arms was barely a few inches.

Neither of them looked at the other.

At the front of the hall, a senior student tapped the microphone.

“Alright everyone, please settle down. We’ll start the orientation now.”

The room slowly quieted.

Kysa pretended to focus on the stage, but her attention kept drifting sideways.

Feena was sitting calmly, her posture straight, her expression unreadable.

She looked completely composed.

How is she acting so normal…?

Kysa wondered.

Does she really not care anymore?

The thought stung more than she expected.

Beside her, Feena noticed the slight shift of movement.

Without turning her head, she spoke quietly.

“…You cut your hair.”

Kysa blinked in surprise.

She turned slightly.

“Huh?”

Feena finally glanced at her.

“It used to be longer.”

Kysa instinctively touched the back of her neck.

“Oh… yeah.”

She shrugged.

“It was annoying in summer.”

Feena nodded softly.

For a brief moment, the corner of her lips lifted almost imperceptibly.

“I think it suits you.”

Kysa froze.

It was such a simple sentence.

Yet for some reason, it made her chest feel tight.

Before she could say anything back, Soha suddenly leaned forward from the row in front of them.

Her eyes moved suspiciously between the two girls.

“…You two,” Soha whispered.

Kysa stiffened.

“What?”

Soha narrowed her eyes.

“You said you’ve ‘met before’.”

She leaned closer.

“But the way you talk to each other… it feels like there’s a whole story there.”

Tropa lightly elbowed her.

“Stop interrogating them,” she laughed.

But Soha wasn’t convinced.

“Hm,” she murmured thoughtfully.

Behind them, Feena quietly looked forward again.

Her fingers still loosely holding the cup of coconut tea.

Meanwhile beside her—

Kysa couldn’t stop thinking about the past.

And the strange feeling that something unfinished had just walked back into her life.

The orientation ended later than expected.

By the time everyone stepped outside, the sky had already softened into the warm colors of evening.

Kysa stretched her arms with a groan.

“That was… way longer than I expected.”

“Welcome to college,” Soha said dryly.

Tropa suddenly clapped her hands.

“Alright! Since our mentees survived their first mentoring day—”

She paused dramatically.

“We should celebrate.”

Kysa blinked. “Celebrate?”

Soha raised an eyebrow.

“Oh? Are you paying?”

Tropa flipped her hair confidently.

“Of course I am. I’m the mentor.”

Soha immediately grinned.

“In that case, I support this idea.”

Feena stood quietly beside them, watching the conversation unfold.

Tropa turned to the two freshmen.

“I know a place nearby,” she said. “A small bar. Don’t worry, it’s pretty chill.”

Kysa looked a little surprised.

“A bar?”

Soha nudged her shoulder.

“Relax, freshman. It’s not that serious.”

Feena spoke calmly.

“…I don’t mind.”

Tropa smiled.

“See? Feena already agreed.”

Kysa sighed dramatically.

“Fine. But if I get kidnapped, I’m blaming all of you.”

Soha burst out laughing.

“You’re not that valuable.”

The bar Tropa mentioned was small but lively.

Soft music played in the background, and warm lights hung from the ceiling, giving the place a cozy glow.

They found a table in the corner.

Tropa immediately raised her hand to call the server.

“Four drinks,” she said confidently.

Soha leaned closer to her.

“Look at you acting rich.”

Tropa smirked.

“I am rich.”

“Liar.”

Kysa watched them bicker like an old married couple.

Feena muttered under her breath—

“Are they always like this?”

Kysa gave a small nod.

“…Yes.”

For a moment, their eyes met.

Then both of them quickly looked away again.

Across the table, Soha leaned toward Tropa with a playful grin.

“You know,” she said softly, “you look pretty cool when you’re buying drinks.”

Tropa raised an eyebrow.

“Oh? Are you flirting with me now?”

“Maybe.”

Their quiet teasing continued.

Meanwhile—

Kysa absentmindedly tapped her fingers on the table.

She could feel Feena sitting beside her again.

Close.

Too close.

And somehow, even in a noisy bar full of people—

that quiet tension between them hadn’t disappeared at all.

The drinks arrived a few minutes later.

Four glasses were placed on the table, the cold surface already fogging slightly in the warm air of the bar.

Tropa lifted her glass first.

“To surviving the first day of college.”

Soha clinked her glass against hers.

“To freshmen who actually showed up.”

Kysa rolled her eyes but raised her glass anyway.

Feena quietly followed.

The glasses touched lightly.

Kysa took a sip.

Then another.

Across the table, Soha suddenly frowned.

“Hey.”

Kysa looked up.

“What?”

“Don’t drink too much,” Soha warned. “You’re a freshman.”

Kysa leaned back in her chair with a small smirk.

“And how would you know if I drink too much?”

Soha raised an eyebrow.

“Because you look like a lightweight.”

Tropa laughed.

Kysa looked offended.

“Excuse me?”

She pointed at Soha.

“This is literally my first time drinking with you. How would you even know my tolerance?”

Soha crossed her arms.

“I just know.”

Kysa scoffed.

“You don’t.”

She lifted her glass again confidently.

Across from her, Feena watched the interaction quietly.

Then she spoke.

“…She might be right.”

Kysa turned to her immediately.

“What?”

Feena rested her chin lightly on her hand, looking almost thoughtful.

“You don’t look like someone who drinks much.”

Kysa narrowed her eyes.

“Oh really?”

Feena met her gaze calmly.

“Really.”

For a moment, neither of them looked away.

Then Kysa suddenly leaned forward slightly.

“Alright then.”

Her lips curved into a small, challenging smile.

“Let’s test it.”

Tropa blinked.

“Test what?”

Kysa gestured between herself and Feena.

“A drinking challenge.”

Soha groaned instantly.

“Oh no.”

But Feena didn’t react right away.

She simply looked at Kysa for a moment.

As if measuring her.

Then she lifted her glass.

“…Fine.”

Kysa’s grin widened.

“First one to give up loses.”

Soha rubbed her temples.

“I regret bringing you two here.”

Tropa, meanwhile, looked amused.

“Well,” she said with a laugh, “this should be interesting.”

Across the table—

Kysa and Feena clinked their glasses again.

This time—

not as mentees and seniors.

But as quiet rivals.

And somewhere between the laughter, the music, and the soft glow of the bar lights—

something unspoken began to simmer between them.

The challenge started off as a joke.

At least—that was what Soha hoped.

But five minutes later, it was very clear that neither Kysa nor Feena had any intention of backing down.

Another round of drinks arrived.

Kysa lifted her glass casually.

“Ready?”

Feena didn’t answer.

She simply picked up hers.

The glasses touched lightly.

And then—

both of them drank.

Across the table, Soha stared.

“…You two are ridiculous.”

Tropa, however, looked far more entertained.

“Wait,” she said, leaning forward slightly. “This is getting interesting.”

Another glass.

Then another.

The music in the bar continued softly around them while the small competition quietly intensified.

Feena was starting to feel the warmth spreading through her chest.

A slight dizziness tugged at the edges of her mind.

But her expression remained calm.

I’m not losing.

Across from her, Kysa placed her empty glass on the table again.

Still steady.

Still relaxed.

As if this was nothing.

Tropa blinked.

“…Hold on.”

She leaned closer, looking at the growing line of empty glasses.

“Kysa.”

Kysa looked up lazily.

“Yeah?”

“How are you still perfectly fine?”

Kysa shrugged, almost amused.

“Practice.”

Soha scoffed.

“Practice? Since when do you even drink?”

Kysa smirked.

“You’d be surprised.”

Feena narrowed her eyes slightly.

That calm confidence only made her more determined.

Without saying a word, she reached for the next glass.

Kysa noticed immediately.

“Oh?” she said with a grin. “Still going?”

Feena met her gaze.

“Of course.”

Their eyes locked again.

A silent challenge.

Another drink.

Tropa slowly leaned back in her chair, clearly impressed.

“…Okay, I did not expect this.”

She pointed at Kysa.

“You’re a freshman. Why do you drink like a senior?”

Soha shook her head in disbelief.

“I told you she was suspicious.”

Meanwhile—

Feena finally felt the room tilt just slightly.

Not enough to show.

But enough for her to notice.

Still—

she refused to stop.

Because across the table—

Kysa still looked perfectly steady.

And for some reason—

that only made Feena want to win even more.

By now, the table was filled with empty glasses.

Tropa had stopped counting somewhere around the sixth round.

“This is insane,” she muttered.

Soha looked equally shocked.

“Why are freshmen like this?”

Across from them—

Kysa leaned back in her chair with a smug grin.

“Still going?” she asked.

Feena rested her elbow on the table, blinking slowly.

The alcohol had already begun to blur the edges of her focus.

But her pride refused to let her give up.

“…Of course.”

Her voice remained calm, though slightly softer now.

She reached for her glass again.

This time—

she drank slower.

The warmth in her chest had turned into a light dizziness.

Meanwhile—

Kysa picked up her own glass and finished it in one go.

Then another arrived.

And she drank that too.

Tropa stared.

“…Wait.”

Soha leaned forward.

“Okay that’s enough—”

But Kysa waved her hand dismissively.

“Relax.”

She grabbed another glass.

Feena frowned slightly.

“Don’t—”

Too late.

Kysa finished it.

Then, with a triumphant grin, she lifted one more.

“See?” she said proudly. “Still perfectly fi—”

She suddenly paused.

Her expression froze.

The confident smile slowly disappeared from her face.

For a second—

everything went quiet.

Then—

THUD.

Kysa’s head dropped straight onto the table.

Her arms slid forward as she collapsed dramatically across the surface.

Tropa jumped.

“WHAT—?!”

Soha nearly stood up from her chair.

“KYSA?!”

Feena blinked in confusion, the room slightly spinning.

“…What just happened?”

Tropa stared at the unconscious girl lying across the table.

“…She drank like a monster just to pass out like this?”

Soha rubbed her forehead.

“I told her not to drink too much.”

Meanwhile—

Kysa remained completely still on the table.

Feena leaned forward slightly, squinting at her.

“…Is she… asleep?”

Tropa poked Kysa’s shoulder carefully.

No reaction.

Soha sighed deeply.

“Congratulations,” she muttered. “Our freshman champion is officially down.”

For a moment—

the table fell silent.

Then Tropa suddenly started laughing.

“…I can’t believe she tried to show off and died after two more drinks.”

Feena looked at the unconscious Kysa again.

Despite the dizziness in her head—

a small smile appeared on her lips.

“…Idiot.”

For a moment, the table remained silent.

Kysa was still lying face-down on the table, completely motionless.

Tropa slowly poked her arm.

“…She’s actually out.”

Soha immediately stood up from her chair.

“Oh my god, Kysa.”

She gently shook the girl’s shoulder.

“Kysa. Wake up.”

Nothing.

Kysa only groaned faintly and buried her face deeper into her arms.

Tropa tried not to laugh.

“All that confidence… just to pass out like this?”

Soha shot her a look.

“Not helping.”

Feena watched the scene quietly, the warmth of alcohol still lingering in her head.

Her vision wasn’t perfectly steady, but she could see clearly enough—

Kysa looked completely helpless.

Soha sighed heavily.

“Great.”

She placed a hand on her forehead.

“My mentee just died on the table.”

Tropa chuckled.

“To be fair, she drank like a champion.”

Soha looked back at the unconscious girl.

“…Idiot.”

She reached down and tried to lift Kysa slightly.

“Kysa, come on. Sit up.”

But the moment Kysa was pulled upright—

her body immediately tilted sideways.

Right toward Feena.

Feena blinked as the girl suddenly leaned against her shoulder.

“…Hey.”

Kysa mumbled something incoherent, clearly half asleep.

Soha paused.

Tropa raised an eyebrow.

“Well.”

Soha looked between the two of them.

Then she sighed again.

“…Why is she leaning on you?”

Feena frowned slightly.

“I didn’t ask for this.”

Tropa laughed softly.

“Maybe she likes you.”

Feena immediately pushed Kysa a little upright again.

But the moment she did—

Kysa almost collapsed forward.

Soha quickly caught her arm.

“Okay, that’s it.”

She looked at Feena.

“Help me hold her.”

Feena hesitated for a moment.

Then quietly reached out to support Kysa’s other side.

Between the two of them—

they managed to keep the unconscious girl standing.

Across from them, Tropa shook her head in amusement.

“…This freshmen celebration turned into a rescue mission.”

Feena glanced down briefly.

Kysa’s head had fallen slightly forward again, her hair covering part of her face.

For someone who had been so smug minutes ago—

she looked surprisingly peaceful now.

Feena exhaled softly.

“…Unbelievable.”

The night air was cool as they walked back from the bar. Kysa and Feena are already home

Soha adjusted her bag over her shoulder, glancing at Tropa.

“You know,” she started, a faint smile tugging at her lips, “I didn’t think this night would end up like this.”

Tropa chuckled softly, her eyes glinting in the streetlight.

“Yeah… freshmen drinking challenges… rescuing Kysa… pretty chaotic.”

“So chaotic it might’ve been fun,” Soha added, her voice low.

Tropa laughed, a light, airy sound, and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face.

For a moment, they walked in silence.

Then Soha stopped abruptly.

Tropa looked at her, eyebrows raised.

“What’s wrong?”

Soha’s gaze softened. She took a small step closer.

“Nothing.”

Then Soha stopped. She didn’t speak. She just reached out… hesitated… and leaned in.

Their lips met suddenly, softly, almost shyly.

It was brief. Gentle.

Tropa’s eyes widened, a faint warmth creeping over her cheeks. Her breath hitched slightly. She froze, unsure how to move or even breathe.

Soha pulled back just a little, foreheads brushing. Her own heart raced faster than she expected.

Neither of them spoke. Neither knew what to say.

The world felt smaller, narrower, somehow suspended—only the sound of their slowed breaths filled the quiet street.

Tropa shifted slightly, not knowing if she should step back. Soha’s hand lingered just above hers for a moment before she dropped it awkwardly to her side.

Their eyes met again, wide, flustered, uncertain. And then—without another word—they started walking again.

But the tension lingered. Heavy. Electric. Silent.

Even in the absence of words, both knew something had changed. Something subtle, fragile… and profoundly theirs.

~𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆~