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Aiah Arceta had a reputation for being cold. Not the kind of cold people could blame on a bad morning or a difficult week. Hers was something permanent, something that seemed to have settled beneath her skin years ago and decided to stay. She rarely smiled. She did not smile when someone told a joke during meetings. She did not smile when her friends sent her ridiculous videos. She did not smile when someone bought her coffee because they remembered her order. There were photographs of her from university where she looked exactly the same as she did now. Beautiful, composed, distant. Untouchable. People had learned not to take it personally. Aiah simply did not give much of herself away. At work, she was efficient and terrifyingly calm. She spoke only when necessary, and when she did, everyone listened. She had mastered the art of making silence feel like an answer. Her coworkers joked that she had been born thirty years old. Her friends called her heartless. Aiah never corrected them. It was easier that way. If people believed she did not care, they stopped expecting her to. Then Mikha came into her life. And somehow, against every reasonable expectation, Mikha became the one person who could make Aiah smile. Not often. Not deliberately. And never in front of anyone else. Only when Mikha talked about something she loved. It started with books. “You know what I hate?” Aiah looked up from her laptop. Mikha was lying across the couch in their apartment, her feet hanging over the armrest, a book resting open against her stomach. “What?” “People who say they hate reading.” Aiah blinked. “That sounds like a personal problem.” “It is.” Mikha sat up. “They always say, ‘Reading is boring.’ How can reading be boring when there are literally thousands of lives you can live without actually having to ruin your own?” Aiah stared at her. Mikha continued. “You can be a detective. You can be a princess. You can fall in love in Paris. You can be a vampire. You can be a serial killer if that’s what you’re into.” “I don’t think that’s the message authors are trying to send.” “You know what I mean.” “I do.” “And another thing.” Aiah closed her laptop. She knew that tone. Mikha had entered what she called her passionate rambling phase. There would be no stopping her now. “People always say the movie is better than the book.” “Sometimes it is.” Mikha gasped. “You did not just say that.” “I did.” “You’re unbelievable.” “You’re dramatic.” “And you’re wrong.” “I’ve watched you cry over fictional characters.” “They were suffering.” “They weren’t real.” “That doesn’t matter.” Aiah looked at her. Mikha’s hair was messy. Her glasses were sliding down her nose. There was a crease on her cheek from where she had been lying against the cushion. She looked happy. Completely, genuinely happy. Aiah felt the corner of her mouth lift. Just slightly. Mikha stopped. Her eyes narrowed. “What?” “Nothing.” “You smiled.” “I didn’t.” “You did.” “I didn’t.” “Mikha’s girlfriend,” Mikha said, pointing at her dramatically, “you are a liar.” Aiah’s smile disappeared. “There. Now I’m not.” Mikha laughed. And Aiah watched her. That was the first time Mikha realized it. Aiah did smile. She just saved it for her. After that, Mikha became obsessed with finding out what else could make her girlfriend smile. She tried jokes. Nothing. Memes. Nothing. Cute animal videos. Nothing. She even once danced terribly in the kitchen while Aiah was cooking. Aiah simply stared at her. “Are you done?” “No.” “Then continue.” Mikha danced harder. Aiah walked away. Mikha followed her. “You’re impossible.” “And you’re still dancing.” “You’re supposed to laugh.” “I am internally.” “That doesn’t count.” Aiah glanced at her. “You look ridiculous.” Mikha stopped. “That was almost affection.” “It wasn’t.” “It was.” “It wasn’t.” Mikha smiled. — #binimikha #biniaiah #mikhaiah #fypシ゚viral #doomedyuri ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Aiah Arceta had a reputation for being cold. Not the kind of cold people could blame on a bad morning or a difficult week. Hers was something permanent, something that seemed to have settled beneath her skin years ago and decided to stay. She rarely smiled. She did not smile when someone told a joke during meetings. She did not smile when her friends sent her ridiculous videos. She did not smile when someone bought her coffee because they remembered her order. There were photographs of her from university where she looked exactly the same as she did now. Beautiful, composed, distant. Untouchable. People had learned not to take it personally. Aiah simply did not give much of herself away. At work, she was efficient and terrifyingly calm. She spoke only when necessary, and when she did, everyone listened. She had mastered the art of making silence feel like an answer. Her coworkers joked that she had been born thirty years old. Her friends called her heartless. Aiah never corrected them. It was easier that way. If people believed she did not care, they stopped expecting her to. Then Mikha came into her life. And somehow, against every reasonable expectation, Mikha became the one person who could make Aiah smile. Not often. Not deliberately. And never in front of anyone else. Only when Mikha talked about something she loved. It started with books. “You know what I hate?” Aiah looked up from her laptop. Mikha was lying across the couch in their apartment, her feet hanging over the armrest, a book resting open against her stomach. “What?” “People who say they hate reading.” Aiah blinked. “That sounds like a personal problem.” “It is.” Mikha sat up. “They always say, ‘Reading is boring.’ How can reading be boring when there are literally thousands of lives you can live without actually having to ruin your own?” Aiah stared at her. Mikha continued. “You can be a detective. You can be a princess. You can fall in love in Paris. You can be a vampire. You can be a serial killer if that’s what you’re into.” “I don’t think that’s the message authors are trying to send.” “You know what I mean.” “I do.” “And another thing.” Aiah closed her laptop. She knew that tone. Mikha had entered what she called her passionate rambling phase. There would be no stopping her now. “People always say the movie is better than the book.” “Sometimes it is.” Mikha gasped. “You did not just say that.” “I did.” “You’re unbelievable.” “You’re dramatic.” “And you’re wrong.” “I’ve watched you cry over fictional characters.” “They were suffering.” “They weren’t real.” “That doesn’t matter.” Aiah looked at her. Mikha’s hair was messy. Her glasses were sliding down her nose. There was a crease on her cheek from where she had been lying against the cushion. She looked happy. Completely, genuinely happy. Aiah felt the corner of her mouth lift. Just slightly. Mikha stopped. Her eyes narrowed. “What?” “Nothing.” “You smiled.” “I didn’t.” “You did.” “I didn’t.” “Mikha’s girlfriend,” Mikha said, pointing at her dramatically, “you are a liar.” Aiah’s smile disappeared. “There. Now I’m not.” Mikha laughed. And Aiah watched her. That was the first time Mikha realized it. Aiah did smile. She just saved it for her. After that, Mikha became obsessed with finding out what else could make her girlfriend smile. She tried jokes. Nothing. Memes. Nothing. Cute animal videos. Nothing. She even once danced terribly in the kitchen while Aiah was cooking. Aiah simply stared at her. “Are you done?” “No.” “Then continue.” Mikha danced harder. Aiah walked away. Mikha followed her. “You’re impossible.” “And you’re still dancing.” “You’re supposed to laugh.” “I am internally.” “That doesn’t count.” Aiah glanced at her. “You look ridiculous.” Mikha stopped. “That was almost affection.” “It wasn’t.” “It was.” “It wasn’t.” Mikha smiled. — #binimikha #biniaiah #mikhaiah #fypシ゚viral #doomedyuri ⬇️⬇️⬇️

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