(Can be modern AU or set in ANAKT Garden)

Till needed to talk to Ivan. Maybe NEED was an exaggeration, but his skin was crawling in anticipation. Despite his heart jumping out from his ribs, desperate to reach Ivan, his stomach clawed at his insides, punishing him for every step he drew closer to him.

Till will never admit to guilt. For anything. Especially not this. He MAY have ACCIDENTALLY found Ivan's diary when he was TOTALLY NOT rummaging through his drawers for dirt on him. It's not like he wanted to find out. Well- he did. But not that. How could he ever have predicted that?

Ok- Maybe he sorta did. Ivan has always been especially weird around him. And touchy. But that's just Ivan. How was Till supposed to know his best friend had been in love with him forever??? And the worst part? It was contagious! Till hasn't been able to stop feeling weird around him.

Everything was just so confusing for him right now, and Ivan always seemed to make it better somehow. So now he's here. Outside his dorm. Knocking on his door

"Ivan?"

No answer.

"Ivan, seriously. Open up. I know you're in there,"

Silence.

Till sighs, fishing through his pockets for the key which Ivan had given him all those years ago. He unlocked the door and walked inside. But instead of seeing that snaggletoothed idiot standing in front of his face, he saw a small raven-haired boy huddled up on the bed, looking at him with curious, glassy eyes. It was as if he was ripped right from the pages of their old photo book, back when Ivan was smaller than Till, and much much quieter (and cuter (and less annoying)).