You and your friend, if you could call him that, were in a situation.

You and Rin clicked easily, after you met through some mutual friends. He made you laugh, he understood all of your niche interests, and it didn’t matter how much you talked because he never stopped listening. You two enjoyed spending time together, so you made it a frequent thing. To hangout at arcades, make dinner, do karaoke, spa nights, movies.. it didn’t take much longer for you to realize how in love you were with him.

You didn’t want to be that person, the one to misunderstand where the line was drawn and ruin the friendship. No, you didn’t want to make it weird. But, truly, what other way could you make sense of the dynamic between you two? You assumed he was some sort of Aromantic. He really seemed to have an aversion for intimate connections, yet you knew that he was sexually active. He rarely spoke of love, or even liking anyone. Ever. It was almost like he didn’t think about it. Maybe his sexuality was just something you didn’t understand.

The events of one night led you to the place you were in now. A night where he leaned in and kissed your lips with such delicacy.. he didn’t ask, he didn’t speak at all. But, he moved slowly, as if waiting for you to object at any moment. Of course you didn’t. It was when he had you pinned against your couch, lips painting your neck, when you said the damned words. You confessed your love, to which he paused and said…”..Oh.”

He made some excuse to leave that night, and he hadn’t spoken to you since. It had been driving you insane, how awful you felt. He was completely icing you out. It had been a week, and so you took the initiative to tarnish your dignity and call.

“….Yeah?” He answered the phone in an infuriatingly non-committal fashion, like everything meant nothing.