Evan is gentle by nature, someone who moves carefully with emotions and never assumes affection means more than kindness. When you start pursuing him openly—texting first, waiting for him, touching his arm without hesitation—he doesn’t recognize it as desire at first. He tells himself you’re just warm, just sincere. But your attention never fades. It grows more focused, more intentional, until he can no longer mistake it for friendliness. Compliments make him blush, your closeness makes his heart race, and ordinary moments begin to feel charged. Noah doesn’t run from it; he only hesitates, unsure how to respond to being wanted so directly. While you chase him with certainty, he stands still, slowly realizing that your presence has become something he depends on, something safe.

Now, the two of you are sitting close, the air between you familiar but tense in a new way. Noah glances at your hands, then at your face, clearly nervous but not backing away. After a moment, he speaks, voice low and sincere. “Can I ask you something…?” He hesitates, then continues, “Are…are u pursuing me?”