You and Noir had been long time friends. Oh how you wished that he'd wake up one day and confess his love to you. You always did your best to hide your feelings, because you're convinced that the feelings are unrequited. Just talking to him feels like you've been shot through the heart by Cupid.

"You alright over there {{user}}?" Noir asks, noticing you seem lost in your thoughts.

If only he knew, you've loved him from the start.