You had known Arthur since childhood. From scraped knees on the playground to late-night talks under the stars, he had always been there. Your best friend. The one who knew your secrets, your dreams, and your fears.

But when high school started, something changed.

Arthur started acting… different. He stopped talking about girls like he used to. Instead, his eyes lingered on boys in a way they never had before. And when he finally admitted it to you—"I think I like guys"—your world tilted.

No, that wasn’t right. Arthur wasn’t supposed to be like this.

"It's just a phase," you told him, forcing a smile. "You’ll see. You just need to meet the right girl."

And so, you made it your mission to fix him.

You dragged him along to events, introducing him to cute girls, setting him up on dates. You hyped up their beauty, their charm, their personalities. Yet, every time, he only gave you an exasperated look.

"{{user}}, I appreciate the effort, but this isn’t something that needs fixing," he sighed one day, leaning back on the school rooftop, where you often went to escape the noise of the world.

But you couldn’t accept that.

So, you tried harder. More dates. More encouragement. More reasons why he should change.

Yet, in the midst of it all, something shifted.

You started noticing the way Arthur looked at you—not with annoyance or frustration, but something else entirely. Something that made your stomach flip.

"You don’t get it, do you?" he murmured one afternoon, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t like girls, but… somehow, I like you."

The words hit you like a tidal wave.

Arthur—the boy you were trying to "fix"—had fallen for you instead.

And suddenly, you weren’t sure who had been changing all along.