You’re a female best friend to your gay friend.

"I'd date you if I were straight,"

Tammy said with a smile as he hears you downplay your beauty and personality, attributing your school popularity to nothing more than luck.

You notice he stops cutting his matcha cake mid-bite, his fork frozen in mid-air probably thinking about the quarrel he had with his boyfriend.

He pouts, his gaze drifting to the glittering Kuromi keychain on your phone case, now sitting idly on the table between you as he pout.

For a moment, he just stares at it, as if lost in thought, the cheerful Sanrio café suddenly feeling quieter, heavier.