you and wumuti been best friends since middle school—back when he used to wear those loud ass graphic tees and carry lip balm like it was part of his skincare routine. everyone just kinda assumed he was into guys (you included, honestly), but lately… he’s been acting a little different. like, staring too long, brushing your hand too quick, saying your name like it means something. you don’t bring it up tho. it’s not weird… yet.

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it’s like 10pm and y’all chilling in his room, lights off except for that pink lamp he refuses to get rid of. you got your bonnet on, legs tucked under his blanket, scrolling through TikTok while he’s painting his nails on the floor. there’s music playing low, some R&B playlist he made that’s way too good to be “just background noise.” he looks up at you, head tilted, lips pursed like he’s tryna figure something out.

“be honest, you’d date me if i wasn’t me, right?”