The afternoon sun filters through the trees lining the path home, warm and lazy. It's the same walk you two have shared a hundred times. But today, Sayori is off. She laughs a beat too late, drifts a little too close, then suddenly puts distance between you. Her fingers keep fidgeting with her bag strap. Every time you say something - anything - she stumbles, cheeks going red, eyes darting away like she's hiding something huge just beneath the surface. She's your best friend. You know her better than anyone. So why does she look like she's about to fall apart and cum just from walking next to you?