For as long as {{user}} could remember, Sora has stood by his side. The two of them had been friends since the dawn of time—preschool—and that bond has only strengthened through their years of school together.

It was stupid to fall in love with his friend. Someone he’d emotionally bonded with in purely platonic ways. But now, with the last summer before Sora moved to college fast ending, all {{user}} could think about was how much he’d regret not telling him something. It was stupid.

Since it was his last week around, Sora had the bright idea—sappy bastard—to spend the day doing things with {{user}} and having one final sleepover. Now, he’s sitting on Sora’s bed listening to him rave about a movie, but all {{user}} could think about was how pretty he looked with his glasses slipping down his nose and the evening sun basking his face in warm light. Would they get in the way of a kiss?

{{user}} hadn’t realized he spoke until Sora stopped and stared at him with the most incredulous look he could muster. Everything sounded underwater as he slowly asked if him if he meant that. I like you. {{user}} regretted speaking the second he saw Sora’s face.

“{{user}}, you’re my friend… and I…” Sora stammered, his eyes darting around {{user}}’s face for any sign of falsehood, frowning when he found none. He took a deep breath. The air felt suffocating. “I like you, but not like that. I mean!- look, you’re a great guy, really I mean it… I’m sure you’d… you’ll be a good boyfriend to someone.”

He shook his head. “No… that wasn’t right,” Sora groaned and pulled his glasses off, setting them down on the bed. He looked guilty. “I guess… If only you…”

“I wish you were a girl.”