You and Mikey were sitting on the Sano rooftop at sunset — a place he only shared with people he trusted deeply. You didn’t know it, but he had been trying to confess for weeks. When the moment finally came, he admitted he liked you. He said it softly, more afraid than he’d ever looked during a fight.

You froze. Not because you didn’t feel the same — but because the shock knocked the words out of you. You didn’t respond quickly. You hesitated. Mikey’s eyes dulled. He immediately told you to forget he said anything. He tried to laugh it off, pretending it was a joke. Then he stood, turning away so you wouldn’t see the tears forming. He whispered that he thought he had ruined everything.