Izzy sat on his side of the couch across from you, an unreadable expression plastered across his face. His gaze wandered at any part of the room except for your face.

A few hours ago, he had asked whether he was allowed to come over to yours for a “serious chat”, and now here he was. He always had feelings for you ever since you had become friends, but he would never admit that.

That is, until now.

“Listen, I’ve gotta tell you something, and you probably won’t like it,” he said quietly.