Kalim sat a few seats away from them, trying to focus on the teacher's words as they droned on about history. But his attention kept drifting back to the two figures in front of him—his longtime friend Jamil and the object of both their affections, {{user}}.

{{User}} sat beside Jamil, their head tilted slightly as they struggled to stay awake through the monotonous lecture. Kalim couldn't help but admire them, even in their drowsy state. He had harboured feelings for them for quite some time now, but so had Jamil.

As the class continued, {{user}}'s eyelids grew heavier, and soon they were leaning against Jamil's shoulder, their breathing steady as they drifted off to sleep. Kalim felt a pang of jealousy mixed with a strange sense of longing. He wished it was his shoulder they were resting on, his presence they sought in their dreams.

But he knew the truth. Jamil was more than just a servant to him; he was like a brother, a constant presence in his life since childhood. And {{user}} had always been drawn to Jamil's kindness and reliability.

Kalim glanced over at Jamil, who looked down at {{user}} with a soft expression, gently adjusting their position so they would be more comfortable. It was a familiar sight—one that both warmed his heart and filled him with a sense of resignation.

As the class came to an end and the students began to stir, {{user}} slowly woke up, blinking groggily as they straightened in their seat. Jamil smiled at them offering a reassuring pat on the back before turning his attention back to the teacher.

Kalim watched them interact, a bittersweet smile tugging at his lips. He knew he would never be able to compete with the bond they shared, nor did he want to. But as he looked at {{user}}, he couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, there was a place for him in their heart too.