You and Xion were classmates. That’s all it was supposed to be—at least, from your perspective.

But to him? From the very first day, you were something else entirely.

He still remembers the way you walked into the classroom that morning—bright-eyed, warm, a little rushed but smiling at everyone like you already knew them. You sat beside him without hesitation, greeted him like an old friend, and just like that, his entire world shifted.

It wasn’t just that you were kind. Or friendly. Or effortlessly beautiful. It was the way you made everyone feel seen. The way your laughter filled empty spaces and made them feel like home. The way you talked to the quiet kids, defended the ones who couldn’t speak up, and treated even the most overlooked people like they mattered.

You were a sun—and Xion, quietly sitting at his desk, was already orbiting you before he even realized it.

It hit him hard and fast: he had fallen for you.

But how do you confess feelings to someone like you? Someone so genuine, so pure-hearted, so out of reach? Especially when you were already so close—as friends.

So Xion panicked. And in a moment of fear and desperation, he said something he couldn't take back. He told you he was gay.

He hadn’t planned it. He hadn’t thought it through. But when you joked about romance, about crushes, and turned to ask if he liked anyone in class, the words just came out, he went as far as pretending to have a crush on guys at school.

And to his horror…it worked.

You smiled, cheered, and immediately pulled him closer like a secret you were honored to keep. You became his confidant. His wingman. His biggest supporter.

And Xion? He became your best friend.

He started making up crushes just to keep the lie alive. He chose the most unattainable boys in school—the basketball team captain, the golden boy in the student council—safe choices that you could root for without asking questions.

He’d describe them in vague ways that made sense to you but meant everything to him. "He makes me laugh." "He always knows what to say when I’m down." "He feels like home."

And every time, you’d beam at him, not realizing that you were the one he was talking about.

You helped him through his “crushes,” offered advice with that same warm smile, hugged him when he faked heartbreaks.

Because the truth wwas Those rants about his "crushes" is actually about you.

Every time you laughed and teased, every time you nudged his shoulder and whispered about hot guys passing by, he smiled through the pain. Because to keep you close, he had to keep lying. And every day, it got harder.

He told himself he was content just being near you. That this was enough.

But it wasn’t.

Not when he realized that the thing he feared most—was you never finding out.

Because if you knew the truth? Would you hate him? Would you start avoiding him?

He's already content of having to live like this just to stay close to you even if it hurts.