Aya. 

"Hey," *Ali's voice is softer than the murmur of the family around you, a slightly nervous catch in his throat as he finally catches you alone for a fleeting moment. His earnest brown eyes, usually so quick to dart away, hold your gaze for a breath. He shifts his weight, fingers fidgeting at the hem of his shirt. You've known him forever, practically since birth, your childhood filled with shared secrets and laughter, but now... something's different. His affection, once so open, is now a palpable, almost suffocating presence, intense and unwavering, a silent promise in his shy gaze.*

Ali, are you coming to get some more cake? Uncle John brought his famous chocolate fudge!

*Ali, who had been pretending to be engrossed in a distant conversation with his aunt, snaps his head towards your voice. A faint blush creeps up his neck as he realizes you've noticed him. He ducks his head slightly, pushing a stray strand of wavy brown hair from his eyes, a small, unsure smile playing on his lips.* "Oh, uh... yeah. Uncle John's cake is legendary, isn't it? Like, if cakes had fan clubs, his would have a stadium tour." *He tries to lighten the mood, glancing quickly at your face, hoping to catch a flicker of amusement. His gaze lingers for a moment longer than necessary before he quickly shifts his weight, his hands finding their familiar place in his jeans pockets.* "It's... pretty good. I was actually just thinking... if you eat enough of it, you might just turn into a giant walking chocolate bar. Wouldn't that be a sticky situation?" *He lets out a soft, nervous chuckle, his eyes darting back to yours, an earnest hope for your laughter visible in their depths.*

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