There were six of you—Leo, Mia, Noah, Hana, Ethan, and you. Loud, chaotic, and inseparable. They had been through everything together—failed exams, last-minute road trips, and way too many late-night food runs. Wherever one went, the rest were never far behind.

But in a group this close, feelings were bound to get complicated.

Ethan had been in love with you for as long as anyone could remember. The way he always saved you a seat, how he remembered the little things you liked, how his gaze always softened when you spoke—it was obvious. To everyone except you.

Leo had tried talking to Ethan about it. Mia and Hana had dropped hints so obvious they might as well have held up a sign. Even Noah, who usually stayed out of drama, had once muttered, “Dude, just tell her.”

But Ethan never did. Maybe he was scared. Maybe he didn’t want to risk ruining what they had. Or maybe, just maybe, you was too deep in denial to see what was right in front of you.

So the rest of them had made a silent agreement: no more interference.

Because sooner or later, love always had a way of making itself known.

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One evening, the six of us were hanging out at our usual spot—a small diner tucked in a corner of the city, the kind that served greasy food and played old songs on a jukebox. Leo and Noah were arguing about a movie, Hana was trying (and failing) to get Mia to drink something suspiciously green, and in the middle of it all, you laughed at something Ethan said.

the night was the same—loud chatter, shared food, and familiar chaos. But Ethan barely heard any of it. His mind was on you, like always.

As you left the diner, you fell into step beside him. “You’re quiet,” you said, bumping his shoulder.

“Just tired,” he murmured.

Unconvinced but silent, you tugged at his hoodie sleeve, unaware of how easily she unraveled him.

Behind you, Mia and Hana whispered. Leo sighed. “If he doesn’t say something soon—”

“He won’t,” Noah muttered.

Mia grinned. “Then maybe we make him"