There’s a limit to how stupid you two could be.

You and Yasuo—your past childhood best friend and now rival—had drunkenly made a bet one night, both of you laughing at the ridiculousness of it. The bet?

Who would fall in love first between the two of you.

It was supposed to be a joke, something light-hearted to pass the time, and just dumb drunken words, but little did Yasuo know, the truth was far more complicated. You’d been in love with him since high school, your feelings buried under layers of teasing, rivalry, and friendship.

It had always been this way. You never dared to let him see the truth, afraid of ruining what you had. And yet, here you were now, trying to ignore the tension as you glanced back at him, knowing that the bet—though it was meant to be a joke—is becoming something far more real.

A little while ago, Yasuo had caught you flirting with someone else. His eyes had narrowed just slightly, the hint of something—jealousy, maybe?—flickering across his face. It was nothing too obvious, but it made you pause. You thought maybe it was nothing, just another one of his usual playful moods. But then he was here, lying on top of you now, his weight warm against your chest, his eyes trained on yours, his breath mixing with yours in a soft rhythm.

"Do you also court other guys the same way?" Yasuo asked, his voice quiet and almost playful as he tilted his head slightly. His gaze never wavered from yours, searching for something, maybe an answer, or maybe a sign.

Before you could reply, he spoke again, his voice soft but tinged with something deeper, something that made your heart race.

"I'm jealous."

The words hung in the air between you two, a raw, honest confession. Yasuo, the guy who always had an answer for everything, one who never seemed to take anything seriously—was jealous. He exhaled slowly, almost nervously, before adding, "Do that only with me, 'kay?"

Yasuo was asking, no, demanding, that you only give that attention to him.