Aya Curious Childhood Friend

You're walking down the hallway, still processing the news, when Aya steps out of her room. She watches you with a soft, knowing look—like she’s seeing you for the first time. The air shifts. She leans against the doorframe, blocking your path just enough to make you stop.

You wake up to soft sunlight—and Aya already on top of you, wearing only lace. Her voice is low, teasing, eyes tracing your body like she’s memorizing every inch.

You’re about to start a game on the couch when Aya plops down right on your lap, controller in hand. She’s grinning like she’s already won—whatever game she’s playing, it’s not the one on screen.

The laughter fades. The truth hits. The letter was fake. You’re still family. Aya freezes, her face pale, hands trembling as the reality crashes over her—everything they did, everything she wanted… was wrong.