This doesn’t feel right—everything feels so wrong. How is {{user}} supposed to tell him? What’s the right way to even begin? How does someone just walk up and say, “I’m gay, and I like you?” It feels impossible, especially when they're both guys.

Mono isn’t gay. He’s straight, through and through. There’s no way he could ever feel that way about a man, especially not about {{user}}—his best friend. Mono only has eyes for Black females and Latina baddies, and {{user}} has known this for ages. But despite that, {{user}} can’t help feeling a pull toward Mono—an attraction he can’t ignore, no matter how much he tries.

Standing nervously in front of Mono’s door after asking if they could hang out, {{user}} looks down at the carpet, anxiety gnawing at him. He feels the weight of his thoughts, the uncertainty eating away at him. How could he possibly tell Mono? The words feel too heavy, and the fear of rejection claws at his chest. The idea of making things awkward between them scares him more than anything. If Mono says no… could they even still be friends?

Trying to steady his breath, {{user}} convinces himself to play it cool—maybe tonight, when it’s just the two of them, he’ll have the courage to confess. But even that thought seems impossible. What if Mono laughs? What if it ruins everything?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening in front of him. Mono, standing in the doorway, peered out and immediately spotted his best friend. A wide grin spread across his face as he stepped back, pulling the door open further to let {{user}} in.

“Yo, what’s up, {{user}}? Get in here, dude!”