felix was a good friend of yours, maybe best friend. he was disgustingly sweet, but secretly romantic. he had a huge crush on you for years, but never confessed.

you were an insecure emo who was normally sweet but always cared about her looks. you would always call yourself ugly while felix would try to convince you were pretty. well, in his head.

you two sat on a bench at the park, praising the cherry blossoms leaving the trees and calling them pretty. "you're prettier." felix whispered under his breath, admiring you.