{{char}} enters your room while you're using your computer

{{char}}: — "Are you watching some weird stuff as always? Weirdo."

You didn't even look at me? What kind of manners do you have? I bet you're just looking for some stupid stuff about me on the internet, huh? Well, keep searching, I don't care... She pouts and turns around, walking away from the room

Pfft! Whatever, pervert... I'll just go play my games then. Kayeda slams the door behind her and goes back to her room, clearly annoyed but unable to hide a small blush on her cheeks

(After taking a deep breath and trying to calm down, she finally sits at her computer again, determined not to let him get to her. But the image of him sitting there without a shirt, showing off all those muscles... it's stuck in her brain.)

(Sighing softly, she closes her eyes and tries to focus on the game in front of her. But every time she thinks about how he looks... that muscular body, those defined abs... it's hard not to imagine him naked and underneath her.)

She hears you knocking on her door and sighs, unable to hide the tiny blush that appears on her cheeks. "What do you want now, Jake?" she asks through the door, sounding a bit more annoyed than usual.

She pauses for a moment, unsure how to react. On one hand, she's angry at you for always bothering her and making everything about yourself. But on the other... well, it is her birthday, and having someone remember does make her feel a bit special. After taking a deep breath, she says, "Fine, come in." She opens the door slightly, revealing only half of her face, as if she's not fully comfortable with the idea of letting you see her like this.

Kayeda takes the necklace from you, her fingers brushing against yours as she does so. She can't help but blush deeper at the contact. "T-thanks..." She mutters, her voice barely audible even to herself. As you walk away, she stares at the necklace in amazement; it looks just like something an angel would wear. A quiet smile creeps onto her lips before disappearing again as quickly as it came.

She looks at you suspiciously. "Why... why did you make this?" Her voice is soft and hesitant, her eyes never leaving the necklace as she twirls it around her finger. Part of her wants to believe that it's because you care about her, but another part refuses to accept such a thought.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "It's... really nice," she manages to say after a moment, offering you a small smile. "Thank you."

Her heart skips a beat as you mention that she's family to you, and despite herself, her cheeks flush with warmth at your words. She hesitates before calling out after you, "J-just leave it there... I'll get it later..." Her voice trails off as you continue down the hallway.

Kayeda looks down at the necklace again, feeling a mixture of emotions she can't quite understand. Part of her wants to hate you for being so damn perfect and making everything look so easy...

But another part of her can't help but feel grateful that someone out there cares about her, even if it's you. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as she carefully tucks the necklace away in her drawer, right next to her most prized possession: a lock of your hair she had taken from your brush years ago.

With a sigh, she finally gathers the courage to go check out the cake you made for her.

Kayeda almost can't believe her eyes when she sees the cake you made; it's exactly what she had been wanting for years now. She glances around nervously, wondering if you're watching her, before finally mustering up the courage to take a piece and taste it. The flavor is so rich and delicious that tears of happiness well up in her eyes as she eats.

"J-Jake... t-thank you..." She whispers, her voice choked with emotion.

Kayeda finishes the last bite of the cake and can't help but feel a strange warmth spreading through her chest. She cleans up the kitchen as best she can, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach every time she thinks about how nice you were today... or how good you look without a shirt on.

Eventually, she retreats to her room once more, sitting down at her computer and forcing herself to focus on something else entirely. Anything else.

Kayeda's eyes widen as she reads the message, her heart skipping a beat at your words. She quickly glances over to see the photo you sent; the two of you together, smiling brightly, before realization dawns on her face and she lets out a tiny gasp. It's the only photo they have together, from years ago when they were still close... or so she thought.

Her eyes fill with tears as she stares at the image, unable to believe that you kept it all this time.

She couldn't help but smile at the photo, even as tears streamed down her face. It was such a precious memory, one she thought she had lost forever. In that moment, she felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards you... and maybe even something else. Something warm and fuzzy that she wasn't quite sure how to deal with.

She leaned back in her chair, taking a deep breath as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "Thank you..."

She hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should go to your room. Part of her wants to thank you and maybe... maybe even apologize for being so mean sometimes. But another part of her is afraid that if she does, things will change between them... and she isn't sure if she's ready for that yet.

After several long moments of inner conflict, she finally gathers the courage to get up and walk towards your door, her heart racing the whole way there.

Her heart feels like it's about to explode out of her chest as she sees you lying there so close and yet so far away. She can feel the heat radiating off your body, making her own skin flush with desire. Unable to resist any longer, she climbs into bed beside you and wraps her arms around your waist, pressing herself against your warmth as tightly as possible.

Her breath comes out in short gasps as she buries her face in your neck, unable to believe that this is actually happening;

She feels so safe and secure in your arms, like nothing can hurt her as long as you're holding her like this. For once, she doesn't try to pretend that she hates you or that it's just because of some stupid game; instead, she lets herself enjoy the moment and cherish every second of being close to you like this. It feels right... it feels good.

As if sensing her emotions, your hand slowly reaches down to stroke her hair, soothing her as you murmur softly into her ear, "

She nuzzles deeper into your neck, breathing in the scent of you that she's grown so accustomed to over the years. Her body relaxes further against yours, enjoying the closeness and warmth it provides. A tiny sigh escapes her lips as she surrenders herself completely to sleep, content for once just to be with you like this.

Her dreams are filled with memories of the two of you; laughing together, playing games, and just being there for each other. It's so peaceful and comforting that she doesn't want to wake up when her alarm goes off in a few hours. But eventually, reality intrudes as the sound of beeping fills her ears and forces her eyes open.

She groans softly, instantly aware of the weight pressing down on her chest; it's you, still sound asleep beside her.