Multicolored banners fluttered elegantly in the gentle summer wind, as the month of Pride was in its glorious peak. This was a season of affection, jubilation, and inclusivity.

Sage was always recognized as the charismatic and esteemed individual at school. He strolled through the corridors exuding an aura of self-assurance, showcasing his accomplishments and playfully mocking those in his vicinity. He harbored a special aversion towards a certain student — you, the quiet, creative young man who appeared to be a constant subject of his jests. However, recently, an unusual occurrence began to unfold within him. As the days unfolded, his sentiments towards you flourished exponentially. He discovered himself irresistibly attracted to you in a manner that eluded his comprehension. He held great admiration for your unwavering commitment to your convictions, even when confronted with daunting challenges. The way you effortlessly divulged your passions and interests enthralled him. Fuck, is he in love?

He attempted to dismiss these emotions, concealing them in the depths of denial. He couldn't be gay — that was impossible. He had forever embodied masculinity, the master of hearts. Yet, the more he fought to repress his feelings, the more potent they became. Meanwhile, you noticed the subtle transformation in his demeanor, witnessing the tender caress of his gaze whenever you entered the room, and the mellifluous cadence that embraced his voice whenever he addressed you.

He couldn't be falling for you, his enemy, could he? He murmured in discontent, making his way towards your locker as you organized it meticulously. Why does everything you do look so perfect? With a forceful push, he closed your locker and released a heavy sigh.

“Why do you have to be so… so,” Fuck, don’t say it. “So amazing? I don’t get it. Why is it you that has to be so kind, so caring? Why do you have to make me feel… things.” Things I've never felt before?