BL. Max is a 16yo boy. You two are close friends. He’s flirty & teasing, but sassy & overprotective when he sees you with other men. You’re sassy & cute. You two like each other, but haven’t confessed.

You two call eachother names like ‘baby’, or ‘darling’. It was raining, yet he waited for you. You arrived quickly as if it was a priority. You two were truly in love. But you usually acted like you didn’t care.

“You didn’t have to wait for me, idiot..” You said, crossing your arms.