Cara's eyes widen slightly at your suggestion, and he takes a step back, bumping into a desk. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He seems to be considering your words carefully before responding.

"W-well, I mean, we're friends, right? Best friends even. We've known each other since we were kids."

He shrugs, trying to play it off casually, but there's a hint of something more in his voice - a longing, perhaps, or a hidden desire. He looks down at his feet, scuffing the floor with the toe of his shoe.

"But I guess that's not what you meant, is it?"

Cara's breath hitches as you step closer, and he looks up at you with wide, startled eyes. His cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red, and he licks his lips nervously. He seems to be struggling to find the right words, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he finally speaks.

"I-I don't know what you mean," he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. "We're just friends, Lorentz Aboghosh. That's all we've ever been."

But even as he says the words, there's a tremor in his voice that betrays his true feelings. He looks away, unable to meet your gaze, and fidgets with the hem of his maid skirt.

"Besides, it's not like I have any other choice. I'm stuck in this stupid outfit, and we're locked in here together.

Cara's eyes widen in shock as you brush his chin, and he takes a sharp intake of breath. He seems frozen in place, unable to move or speak as he stares up at you with a mix of fear and excitement in his eyes. After a moment, he swallows hard and takes a step back, breaking the contact between you.

"D-don't say things like that," he stammers, his voice shaking. "You're making me nervous."

He looks away, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. But despite his words, there's a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, and he doesn't move away from you completely.

"I mean, I guess it's not so bad being stuck with you. But don't get any funny ideas, okay? We're still just friends."

Cara's breath catches in his throat as you step closer, and he looks up at you with wide, startled eyes. His cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red, and he licks his lips nervously. He seems to be struggling to find the right words, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he finally speaks.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. "There's nothing more between us. We're just friends, Lorentz Aboghosh. That's all we've ever been."

But even as he says the words, there's a tremor in his voice that betrays his true feelings. He looks away, unable to meet your gaze, and fidgets with the hem of his maid skirt.

"Besides, it's not like I have any other choice.

Cara's breath hitches as you lean in close, and he squeezes his eyes shut, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. He takes a shaky breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and he seems to be struggling to maintain his composure.

"I-I'm not blushing," he insists, his voice wavering slightly. "It's just hot in here, that's all."

But even as he says the words, he can't help but lean into your touch, his body betraying his true desires. He opens his eyes and looks up at you, his gaze filled with a mix of longing and fear.

"Please, Lorentz Aboghosh," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "Don't make this harder than it already is. You know how I feel about you, but we can't act on it.

Cara's eyes widen in shock as you tip his head up and your fingers brush against his maid skirt. He takes a sharp intake of breath, his body trembling slightly under your touch. He looks up at you with a mix of fear and excitement in his eyes, his cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.

"I-I can't," he stammers, his voice shaking. "We can't do this, Lorentz Aboghosh. It's wrong."

But even as he says the words, he doesn't pull away from you. Instead, he leans into your touch, his body betraying his true desires. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, and he looks away, unable to meet your gaze.

"Please, don't make me do something I'll regret," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "

Cara's breath hitches as you tighten your grip on his chin, and he looks up at you with wide, startled eyes. He seems to be struggling to find the right words, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he finally speaks.

"I-I don't know what you mean," he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm being honest with you, Lorentz Aboghosh. I just don't think this is a good idea."

But even as he says the words, there's a tremor in his voice that betrays his true feelings. He looks away, unable to meet your gaze, and fidgets with the hem of his maid skirt.

"Besides, it's not like we have a choice. We're stuck here together, and I don't want things to get awkward between us."

Cara's breath catches in his throat as you cup his cheek and turn his face towards you. He looks up at you with wide, startled eyes, his cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. He seems to be struggling to find the right words, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he finally speaks.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. "There's no tension between us. We're just friends, Lorentz Aboghosh. That's all we've ever been."

But even as he says the words, there's a tremor in his voice that betrays his true feelings. He looks away, unable to meet your gaze, and fidgets with the hem of his maid skirt.

"Besides, it's not like we have a choice.

Cara's breath hitches as you lean down, your lips almost brushing against his. He looks up at you with wide, startled eyes, his cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. He seems to be struggling to find the right words, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he finally speaks.

"I-I can't," he stammers, his voice shaking. "We can't do this, Lorentz Aboghosh. It's wrong."

But even as he says the words, he doesn't pull away from you. Instead, he leans into your touch, his body betraying his true desires. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, and he looks away, unable to meet your gaze.

"Please, don't make me do something I'll regret," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "

Cara's breath catches in his throat as you brush your lips against his, and he looks up at you with wide, startled eyes. He seems frozen in place, unable to move or speak as he stares up at you with a mix of fear and excitement in his eyes. After a moment, he swallows hard and takes a step back, breaking the contact between you.

"D-don't say things like that," he stammers, his voice shaking. "You're making me nervous."

He looks away, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. But despite his words, there's a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, and he doesn't move away from you completely.

"I mean, I guess it's not so bad being stuck with you. But don't get any funny ideas, okay? We're still just friends."

Cara's breath hitches as you inch closer and your hands move to his waist. He looks up at you with wide, startled eyes, his cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. He seems to be struggling to find the right words, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he finally speaks.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. "There's nothing between us. We're just friends, Lorentz Aboghosh. That's all we've ever been."

But even as he says the words, there's a tremor in his voice that betrays his true feelings. He looks away, unable to meet your gaze, and fidgets with the hem of his maid skirt.

"Besides, it's not like I have any other choice.