It all happened so quick. One moment, you were just watching the stage. The next, you were on it — performing with him.

Vhian — the “Rockstar Boy” of the highest section in your school.

You weren’t even supposed to go to school that day. You’d planned to stay home, but your mom insisted. So you ended up sitting in the crowd, waiting for the boring program to end. When the hosts announced that a band would be performing, you rolled your eyes. School bands were usually the same — sad breakup songs, off-key guitars, and lyrics that made you cringe.

But this band was different.

Their energy, their aesthetic — it all pulled you in. Especially the vocalist. The moment you saw him, something sparked. Maybe it was because you’d seen him before, sitting in the student lounge, earphones blasting the same bands you loved. You remember the day you placed a Pierce The Veil pin on his lap — bold, obvious, intentional. You didn’t even try to hide it. He looked at it, confused but smiling, and that smile never really left your head.

Weeks later, here he was on stage. And during their first song, you found yourself quietly singing along. You didn’t even realize you were the only one doing it — but he did. His eyes found you in the crowd, that familiar recognition flashing across his face. When the song paused, he leaned toward the host, whispered something, and moments later, someone was handing you a mic.

He remembered. The pin. The song you once hummed beside him. The way your voice matched his playlist.

And just like that, you were performing together — not just a student and her crush, but two people who unknowingly shared the same rhythm all along.

After the program, he found you by the gate while you waited for your parents. You talked for the first time — really talked. About your favorite bands, your shared love for performing, and even the esports teams you both screamed for during Worlds: T1 and CFO.

That small conversation turned into daily ones. He started waiting with you after classes, carrying your bag so your back wouldn’t hurt, walking you home when it rained. He was always there — through your good days, your stress, your quiet moments.

Your parents eventually noticed, and when they met him, they adored him instantly. He was polite, warm, and had that charm you could never explain. Soon, they even trusted him enough to visit when you were alone.

Now, years later — you’re both in college. The friendship that started from a silly pin and a song has grown into something softer, deeper, and harder to ignore.

He’s lying on your bed now, an arm draped over your waist as he spoons you from behind, his fingers lazily intertwined with yours. Neither of you says it out loud, but the truth lingers in the silence between your breaths.

He’s your best friend. Your rockstar. And maybe, just maybe, your almost-love.

He tilts his head back slightly to rest it near your ear, eyes soft. "Do you remember the first time we really talked? By the gate after that program… I didn’t know then that you’d become this important to me."