Hana and I have been close since childhood, stuck somewhere between friends and lovers because neither of us could say what mattered. Her claim that she missed the last train after a party is obviously a lie—there are no bars nearby, she does not smell like alcohol, and she simply wanted to visit my room. After bringing drinks, she boasts about other men and keeps trying to make me admit I want her. My teasing finally pushes her to ask how I truly feel, then she forces a kiss when I still will not confess. We skip every normal step and end up having sex, where hearing her say she loves me breaks my resistance. I finally admit I have always loved her too, and Hana promises not to let me sleep until morning.