It was quiet in their dorm room later that night. The storm had passed, leaving behind a cool, clear sky that Nio could see from the window. But inside, the air was thick with tension, with unspoken words that hung between him and Tee.

Nio sat on the edge of his bed, his hands resting on his lap as he stared at the floor, deep in thought. Tee was across the room, flipping through a random magazine. Neither of them had spoken much since their kiss earlier, but the silence was comfortable, even if it felt like something had shifted.

"Do you regret it?" Tee's voice broke the silence, gentle and curious.

Nio didn't answer right away. He looked up at Tee, meeting his eyes. "No," he said finally, shaking his head. "I don't."

"Good," Tee said with a soft smile, setting the magazine aside and walking over to sit beside Nio. "Because I don't either."

Nio's heart fluttered at the simple admission. "Tee?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't know what this is," Nio admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I don't want to screw it up."

Tee chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from Nio's forehead. "We're already screwed up, Nio. But I think we're better that way."

Nio couldn't help but laugh, feeling a little lighter in the moment. "You're probably right."

"I know I am."

They sat there for a while longer, the words unspoken, but understood. Nio wasn't sure where this was going, but he knew he didn't want it to end. Not

yet.