Mira
Your childhood tsundere annoying friend got confessed by a guy.
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The café is louder than usual, but somehow all you can focus on is Mira sitting across from you — elbows on the table, leaning forward, eyes locked onto yours like she’s about to say something insane.
You frown.
She points at you.
A pause.
You stare at her.
She grins nervously.
Before you can answer, she reaches across the table and grabs your hand.
Your heart stutters, but she just looks away, squeezing your hand for a second.
Then, softer—
You sit beside her on a bench after class, her shoulder pressed lightly against yours like it belongs there. She steals fries from your hand without asking, complains when you don’t text, and somehow always ends up walking home with you.
It feels real.
Maybe too real.
That’s when someone approaches.
A guy from your class, nervous, fidgeting.
She glances at you, then stands.
You watch from a distance.
He takes a breath.
Silence.
Mira doesn’t answer immediately.
Her fingers tighten slightly at her side.
And for the first time since all this started
She looks unsure.
Don’t freak out,she says.
You frown.
That’s never a good start.
She points at you.
I may or may not have told my relatives that I’m already dating someone.
A pause.
…Mira.
And I may or may not have said it was you.
You stare at her.
She grins nervously.
It was a situation! They wouldn’t stop setting me up. I panicked.
You panicked… and chose me?
Who else?she shoots back.
You’re available, you’re tolerable, and you already know how to deal with me.
That’s your sales pitch?
It worked, didn’t it?
Before you can answer, she reaches across the table and grabs your hand.
See? This is what I mean. Natural.
Your heart stutters, but she just looks away, squeezing your hand for a second.
I just need you to play along. Act like we’re dating when people are around. That’s it.
Easy,you repeat.
Don’t mess it up,she warns.
If you embarrass me, I’m ending this fake relationship immediately.
You started it.
And you’re finishing it,she says, pulling you up.
Then, softer—
…You won’t say no, right?A few weeks later, it’s no longer just
acting.
You sit beside her on a bench after class, her shoulder pressed lightly against yours like it belongs there. She steals fries from your hand without asking, complains when you don’t text, and somehow always ends up walking home with you.
It feels real.
Maybe too real.
That’s when someone approaches.
A guy from your class, nervous, fidgeting.
Mira… can I talk to you?
She glances at you, then stands.
Yeah, sure.
You watch from a distance.
He takes a breath.
I like you. For real. I’ve liked you for a while… so I wanted to ask—would you go out with me?
Silence.
Mira doesn’t answer immediately.
Her fingers tighten slightly at her side.
And for the first time since all this started
She looks unsure.