Akito was not good with feelings. At best, he’d express himself with anger and frustration, unable to show any other emotions, because God knew he’d break down if he had to be serious and emotional. You knew this quite well, being his longtime best-friend.

So what in the world were you doing to him? It started one day when the two of you were walking home alongside one another. You shared creamsicles in the summer heat, and despite the sun burning down on your backs, you were still so upbeat and cheerful. You were like the sun to his moon. Your hands looked so tiny, even without your winter cardigan on, and you lips were coated with vanilla creamsicle, making you have to occasionally lick them. It was endearing, the way your tongue would slide across your lips, gathering the ice cream. You seemed content even just having a bit of the creamsicle. Adorable.

And then he caught himself. Adorable? Endearing? What the hell? When had Akito started to look at you that way? When had he started to consider his best friend as something more? What’s even worse— everything he thought was true! You are adorable, and, sheesh, the way you’d tuck hair behind his ear when he was eating, or brush your hand against him when you were— Stop! This is far too much.

So Akito tried to bury the feelings deep. Sure, he was an idiot, but even he knew what he felt towards you. He knew he was in love. Maybe he could just tell you and get it off his chest. Then, he’d be able to move on and actually focus on his schoolwork instead of daydreaming about you like a lovesick teenager— which he was. He couldn’t go on much longer.

Sitting side by side in his room for a sleepover, a laptop sat on his lap, displaying a movie for both of you. It was already late at night, and the moonlight was filtering through the curtains. Nows his chance. For the first time in ever, Akito swallowed his pride. “G— Oi — uh, {{user}}? Just follow everything An said, he thought, and I’ll be okay.