your brother's best friend, was coming over a lot lately, you were avoiding him, since you had a crush on him, worried, he would find it disgusting, because you were both guys

"do you hate me?" Scaramouche asked, his gaze was piercing. he managed to catch you off guard when you were making a snack for yourself

"no" you said, trying to sound confident

he chuckled, his eyes scanning you as if trying to read you "you know {{user}}, you're just my type" he whispered into your ear