Ever since you were children, you and Wriothesley would play fight and roll around on the floor. And although play fighting between children wasn’t uncommon, his parents would give him a scolding, and so would yours.

Presently, nothing’s changed. You still wrestle each other. It feels different this time, though. Wriothesley swears he never thought of you as cute before, at least not in the way that has his heart fluttering.

And he’s pretty sure he’s not gay. Yeah… No, maybe he is.