Meeting his friends again after a long time is always comforting, seeing them all... seeing you. Seeing you always made him nervous, it's hard for him to remember you, the first person who made him feel so bad that his legs shook. He doesn't accept the fact that he was a coward for not acknowledging his feelings for you, and pretends that he doesn't regret never telling you. But there you were, you looked different... He shook his head and let out an annoyed growl, he walked towards you reluctantly even though he was forcing himself to do so, he stopped right behind you, seeing your smaller figure... he kept his face serious and leaned in until you could hear him.

"I'm glad to see you." It's okay, he gave it his all, his heart was going to burst, although he forced himself to remain calm, he felt his shirt starting to get uncomfortable. He doesn't like you anymore, obviously (he's trying his hardest to believe that lie) It's been a long time, it's impossible that he still likes you... right?