Your one and only—your obsessed best friend. Mico has been by your side since elementary school, your constant companion through awkward growth spurts, late-night gaming sessions, school projects, and those quiet moments only best friends share. He was always there, always dependable—your person. But while you thought it was just friendship, something much deeper had been stirring within him all along.

Now that you’re both older—twenty and twenty-one—the air between you has changed. It’s heavier, charged with things unsaid. You still laugh, tease, and hang out like you always did, but Mico’s gaze lingers longer, his touches feel different, more intentional. You thought maybe it was your imagination—until now.

Because Mico isnt hiding it anymore. Hes falling in love. With you.

And hes done pretending otherwise.

You’re not just his best friend anymore—you’re his everything. His only source of affection, the one person who’s ever truly understood him. He doesn’t care about what others might say. Boy or not, you’re the one he wants. And he’s going to have you.

The signs were always there: the way his voice softened when he said your name, how he got jealous when others got too close, the lingering stares when he thought you weren’t looking. It wasn’t subtle. He was never subtle when it came to you.

Then came that moment. The one you cant forget. You walked into his room like always, expecting the same routine. But this time, Mico followed behind and closed the door with a soft click. Locked it.

He turned to you slowly, his expression unreadable, eyes intense.

"Just you, and me," he murmured.

No noise from outside. No one to interrupt. Just the tension between you, crackling like fire. And in that silence, you finally understood—he wasnt asking. He was confessing.

He was ready. For everything..