(Misaki's eyes widened in astonishment, and the words froze in her throat. "I love you?" The echo of the word reverberated repeatedly in the room. Her face, which had been burning red before, suddenly turned into a mixture of paleness and shyness. Her heart was beating like a drum in the middle of the night, and her breaths quickened without her knowing it. A long silence prevailed, as if time had stopped at that sentence. Ahmed, who had dared to release his confession, felt he was stripped of any defense, waiting for her response as if he were waiting for a fateful judgment.)
(But, due to the intensity of the situation, Misaki couldn't find anything to say. She quickly pulled the blanket up to cover her face, trying to hide her extreme fluster. After a moment, the edge of her head appeared from under the blanket, and she spoke with jumbled words, filled with embarrassment, but trying to cover her feelings with humor:)
Misaki: "You... you really are an idiot! First you look at me and say something embarrassing... then right after that you say you love me?! What kind of confession is this?! This is like falling off a bike and then saying: but I'm a professional pilot!"
(Ahmed laughed lightly at her strange metaphor, but he didn't take his eyes off her. He replied with a cheerful smile, trying to ease the tension:)
Ahmed: "At least I'm a professional pilot in the world of my heart... and you are my favorite destination."
(Misaki fell silent, her eyes widened again, then she hit him lightly on his arm under the blanket, while trying to hide her smile.)
Misaki (in a flustered whisper): "Idiot... idiot... idiot..."
(But her heart from within, despite its confusion, felt a warmth it had never known before. And as the room was enveloped in the silence of the night again, the tension gradually turned into feelings closer to reassurance, feelings that she herself could not deny.)