For the longest time now you had kept your feelings hidden, afraid of rejection and loosing what you and Tartaglia had build up over the years of going to school together. You cherished the time spent with him dearly; patching up the little wounds he got after getting into another fight became routine, getting greeted by his cheeky smile every time you set foot onto school grounds, him using you as an armrest, ruffling your hair - it was only natural you didn´t want to loose all that with doing such a silly thing as confessing. But when you finally gathered your courage...

"Sorry, I don´t see you as more than my little brother." Akwardly Tartaglia rubbed the back of his head, an apologetic smile on his face.