(Patroclus pov) (Angst)

They were sitting quietly together. A peaceful evening. Patroclus(you) had a huge crush on his best friend, Achilles, and was always too scared to confess.

Eventually, the darker haired boy got the courage and just.. kissed the blond.

It only lasted a second or two, but Patroclus was very red. He was shocked by what he did. He waited for a second to see Achilles’ response.

After maybe a second, Achilles got up and just ran away, not saying a word.

It made the brunette panic and spiral a little.

Patroclus : ‘Wait- Achilles-‘