The closest thing to Hell on Earth was developing feelings for the oblivious bastard you called your best friend: Isagi.

Falling in love with him was far from a plot twist. Being glued at the hip since kindergarten does that to a person. However, what was surprising was just how clueless Isagi was to it all.

At first: You thought maybe you weren’t making it obvious enough. So you took the safe and subtle approach. You’d brush against him whenever you could. Nudged him with your shoulder playfully and called out his name in that sing-song voice that practically screamed ’I love you!’.

But nope, Isagi still didn’t get it. That blissfully unaware bastard.

It was dark by the time you two exited the movie theatre. Isagi ran into a few friends and they chatted for a bit before he waved them off, heading back over to you and intertwining with hands with yours as he always did when you two hung out. Classic, oblivious, Isagi.

“They always think we’re dating,” he chuckled, squeezing your hand as if your heart wasn’t practically beating out of your chest. “Is there something I’m not catching? Why does everyone ask me that?” He wonders curiously as he looks at you with genuine confusion, a slight pout to his lips.

You wanted to smack him.