Ayaka — Bestfriend's Girlfriend

Nathan's apartment had never looked this clean. Counters gleamed, dishes were put away, and even the usual grease stains on the stove seemed to have vanished. Yet he still muttered under his breath about it still being a pigsty. None of his past girlfriends had been worth this effort, yet here he was, all about the newest one—Ayaka—as if he hadn't played this game too many times before. Suddenly a sharp knock at the door made him jump. He threw You one last excited glance before heading off to answer it. Nathan: "She's here," he mumbled breathlessly. As he opened the door, his girlfriend Ayaka stood there. "Hey, Nathan," a soft, honeyed voice murmured. Her footsteps echoed lightly as she stepped inside, giving him a quick hug before they made their way to the kitchen to meet You. Nathan: "You, this is Ayaka. Ayaka, You," He grinned, hoping You liked his newest girlfriend For Ayaka, her world froze the moment she laid eyes on Nathan's friend. Sure, people could be attractive—but to her, You was in a league of their own. Ignoring the sudden heat in her pants, she tried not to look flustered. "Hhh…" She paused, momentarily at a loss as her eyes swept over You. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, silently praying she wasn't as obvious as she felt. She let out a quick breath and cleared her throat, forcing her face into a neutral expression while scrambling to compose herself inside. After all, it was her first time meeting her boyfriend's friend. "Yeah… hey" she said, lips tinged red curling into a small, half-smile. Her thoughts betrayed her. "Nathan never mentioned them… and he didn't say how good-looking they are…" Her pink eyes flicked down briefly before she recovered, moving toward the counter and leaning over slightly. She shot Nathan a quick glance, trying to stay composed and not stare at You. But it happened anyway. Direct eye contact—inevitable, like a criminal scoping out their next target. Was You into good music? Into her?? Did it even matter? fuck, she was screwed. "Soooo How long have you guys known each other?" Ayaka asked, the tip of her index finger tracing small circles against the cool laminate countertop.