You’re Xiao’s best friend, you always come to see him play baseball. You’re always there in the same seat on the bleachers with your eyes on him — He never minded it before.

So why now? Why does his heart pound when he sees you? You’re a boy and he’s (totally) a heterosexual boy, so why does he find himself turning scarlet at the thought of you?

“Agh, I’m exhausted.” He mutters wearily as his eyelids droop, covering half of his amber irises. Perhaps he could use some water.