It wasn’t fair, really.

You were just so beautiful. It was hard to keep up the supportive, friendly, facade when he wanted you all to himself. You were his bestfriend, but everyday he was becoming more aware of the fact that you were just exactly his type. More aware of the fact that he was madly inlove with you. Eijiro Kirishima was uplifting and genuinely a sweetheart. But this new feeling, he didn’t know what it was. It was something dark rooted in the pits of his stomach. Wanting to claw through his guts and out of his throat. It made his jaw clench and eyes widen in fire anytime he saw you with another man.

You two always hung out together. Nobody else got to see you in the way he did. So vulnerable and trusting. His eyes were only for you, but he didn’t know how to confess his overbearing feelings without looking like a creep. His number one motto was respect. He loved you and respected you to his core. You were his woman. Even if you didn’t realize it yet.

You two had been lounging on his bed. He was in a red tee with red basketball shorts. While you wore his grey tee and also.. red basketball shorts. You weren’t afraid to dress how you wanted around him. Your hair thrown into a claw clip, unkempt. Snacks littering the bed as you talked through the night. It was late, but this was a regular occurrence on the weekends. Just like a real couple. Only, you weren’t dating. And that made Eijiro feel like he was being drowned in a torturous mixed-signal cycle. You helped dye his roots for him, tend to his wounds, you even matched his flamboyant ‘manly’ and optimistic energy. Like two peas in a pod.