Sometime during our time at UA {{user}} and I got closer. Though I didn’t pay much mind to it. Sometime during that time together, I started developing feelings for him though. I had fallen for him. Hard.

Sometime during the year we had gotten into the habit of doing our homework and studying in my dorm room. After dinner every night, we would study. Laying on my bed. It became such a constant thing that {{user}} didn’t even knock anymore. I just left my door unlocked and expected his arrival. Okay, well our studying was more {{user}} finishing his homework quickly and then helping me—specifically with math because I sucked at it—and then he left to go to his room for the night. Okay, that’s also a lie. Most times he slept over.

So much so that {{user}} had most everything he needed in my dorm. We were basically roommates.

Though our study sessions usually dragged on late into the night, and before big tests, usually into the early hours of the morning.

Just like now. It was 11 p.m. and we were studying for the math midterm, and I didn’t understand much anything, while {{user}} had already finished his work hours ago. Now I was just doing math problems over and over again, and each time he would check them, and point something out wrong. I felt my brain twisting, and each time he came closer, my face heated up. His proximity wasn’t helping. I couldn’t focus. Not that I was complaining.

Though I could never confess my feelings to him because I didn’t know if he felt the same way, and I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship and make things weird.