- Friend’s Best Friend. (idea taken by some random person, credits to them!)
Everyone noticed the tension between {{user}} and Matt—everyone except them, or maybe they just refused to acknowledge it. It was easier that way.
Matt was {{user}}’s friend, sure, but he was their friend’s best friend first. Lines were drawn, unspoken rules in place, and yet, there was always something simmering beneath the surface whenever they were near each other. Their friend saw it, watching carefully whenever they interacted, but neither of them ever crossed the line.
Until now.
It was break time at school, and {{user}} was minding their own business when some random guy swaggered up, way too confident for his own good.
“What’s yo sign, cutie?” he grinned, leaning in closer than necessary.
Before {{user}} could react, another voice cut through the air.
“Touch them, you’re dead.”
Matt.
His voice was calm, but there was no mistaking the threat laced in it. {{user}} didn’t have to turn around to know he was standing stiff, eyes dark, jaw clenched in that way he always did when he was pissed.
The guy hesitated, laughing nervously. “Chill, man. I was just talking.”
Matt stepped forward, not giving him the chance to say anything else. “And now you’re done.”
Silence. Then, with a muttered curse under his breath, the guy disappeared into the crowd.
{{user}} finally turned to Matt, arms crossed. “Was that necessary?”
He didn’t answer right away. Just looked at them for a second, something unreadable flickering in his gaze before he smirked, just barely.
“Yeah.”
The tension? It was suffocating now.
And their friend? They were definitely going to notice.