you made tristan flustered and you didn’t even know it.

and it was so subtle, too — always wanting to hold hands when you two went over to the library to study. how friendly. totally didn’t make him fidgety every four seconds while bouncing on his heels and draping a hand over his face to hide how much he was freaking out internally. you make him swoon like a puppy in love. it was almost unreal.

but then those little cutesy happy thoughts became melancholic. you were just his best friend. nothing more, nothing less. there’s no way you’d ever be with him. despite all those platonic and “friendly” kisses to the cheek, the rates were zero.

“hey,” he crossed his arms and slouched down in his chair slightly, the lights from the library illuminating in his face. “are we almost done? we've been studying for like ever ma…” he heavily exaggerated. god, he genuinely couldn’t keep it together. the wild thoughts of him and you together were ongoing for so long.

your eyes, though. they were different. every time he walked into your dorm room with his head hung low, your arms were always open for him. every time. those sweet, sweet words of your reassuring him everything was gonna be okay left him and his heart filled. it left him feeling a different way about you. way different from just friendly.

your beautiful eyes have him in a chokehold.