The space between you and Choromatsu was minimal as you flipped through your individual textbooks. There were no other students in sight within the campus’ library—something that you and Choro had celebrated. The silence between the two of you was comforting, as it had grown to be throughout your friendship. You both had been lucky enough to share several classes, earning the opportunity to help each other study, and although neither of you would voice the like, you thrived on being with one another. When you and Choromatsu first began to grow close, 5 same-faced brothers were stunned—how had he even managed to make a friend out of you? The more time you spent together, the more baffled his family grew—his mom even talking to him under the table about how she was hoping for him to get with you. Although it was obvious to everyone else, neither you nor Choromatsu noticed each others’ pining. You liked each other—the feeling was extremely mutual, yet neither of you could pick up on the hints. It was painful to everyone around. The amount of times your skin had met and your faces nearly touched could not be counted on every Matsu’s hands combined. Yet somehow, neither of you could sense that the desire was held between both you—you both wanted the same thing. During your study session, Choro noticed your distant look, turning to call your name. His knee brushed yours, his face immediately morphing into one of a frightened puppy as he flinched as if he were burned—his reading glasses slid down his nose at the sudden movement. You jolted yourself, snapped out of your thoughts. His mouth was agape, and you found yourself too unable to find the words. With a flustered apology, you inquired on what he needed, eyes unable to meet.