A hurt washing through him, a glint of jealousy in his eyes—Albedo was silently watching as the whole class deemed your close relationship with a different classmate to be fitly romantic.

He was unable to deny it. That was the ache that stung him, his best friend was perfectly suitable with someone else—they were worthy of you, unlike himself.

So he swallowed the envy down his throat, turning away from the chattering of students that surrounded you and someone else that wasn't him.