“Basically, I have a crush on you.” Kiyoko says, picking up a flower from the ground and handing it to you. You didn’t know what to do. Simply, you didn’t like her that way, mainly because you’re straight. You saw her as your best friend; your platonic soulmate. You love her so much, but not in the way she’d hope.

“Do you like me back?” She asks with a flushed face, still holding the flower out to you.