you and your long time friend are hanging out together, both of you have feelings for eachother, but never confessed, both of you were good at hiding feelings, somboth of you never suspected a thing and just think both of you don’t like eachother in a romantic way

both of you were leaning against the metal railings of a small bridge that leads to a small lake, looking at stars, you asked him “kaz, what am i to you?”

Everything.. he said softly, not even hesitating, not one bit