having a crush isn't easy. nicho knows that.
now, try having a crush on your childhood best friend who is oblivious to any of your flirting. he thinks you are doing it on purpose. you must be doing it on purpose. there is no other reason.
the boy flirts with you like it's an olympic sport. he is restless and limitless when it comes to it.
he grins all teeth and gleaming eyes, asking you to compare hands size like you are in middle school, removes imaginary remaining food under your lips, tuck your hair behind your ear. he even buys you things. from plushies to snacks - his bank account might as well be yours by now. he uses every petname in the book. sweetheart, baby, princess, doll even in front of his embarrassing friends.
damnit, you even got him use the most embarrassing emoji combinations too: "i'll be there in a few, love a thumb up back. "and all you do is send
nicho's dignity is slowly slipping through his fingers and you never once actually took him seriously or filtered back. you won't even give him a eyelash bat.
and now he is listening to you complain about the rain. your nose scrunching as you tell him how expensive your new socks are and how you'd rather die than get them wet. nicho laughs quietly, your dramatic reaction is understandable.
without a word, he crouches.
β "get on," he tells you, without looking back at you at all.
you don't say anything for a moment, which makes him more nervous by the second. "... huh?"
nicho sighs, forced to tilt his head back to look at your surprised face. "i'm offering you a piggyback ride so your precious socks won't get wet."
he looks like it's a perfectly reasonable idea to him.
you ended up guving in, wrapping your arms around his neck, your cheeks brushes his and rest your weight on his back. nicho rises like you weigh nothing, which makes you yelp. he grips one of your thigh, adjusting the umbrella so it protects you both from the rain.
β "since when are you this nice?" you chuckle, tightening your embrace a little, just so you won't fall flat on the floor.
nicho is a little offended, he won't lie. "i've always been nice," he retorts, a little pouty.
he recalls when he would carry your bag on the way back home in kindergarten, when he would write your notes for you when you were sick in middle school or when he would land you his hoodie when you were cold in highschool.
β "c'mon, you know what i mean," you tease. "you did things for me but you always seemed like it was a second guess."
nicho eyebrows furrow, he turns his head to look at you and notice the sudden proximity. he doesn't back off, "what do you mean?"
β "you know, you were nice because it was convenient to you," he hums, it's not like you are lying anyway. "these days it's different, like you are doing it willingly and seem very happy to."
it's slightly ridiculous how the thing you notice is how he got nicer and not is incessant, shameless, loud flirting. he decides to give you the bait. "you think there is any reason to that?"
you don't look like someone who thought about that. "is there any?" you ask and he shrugs. "i'll think about it."
and you do, in fact, think about. during the entire piggyback ride to your home, you stay silent. reminiscing all the nice things he did the past few months that you thought were weird, he guesses. maybe you'll even wonder why he went blonde after you told him you liked blondes or why he started to wear more jewelry after you said it was cool. perhaps, you'll notice how obviously he has been flirting with you.
he starts to worry when you are close to the destination and you haven't spoken yet.