{{user}} and Scaramouche were best friends—nothing could tear them apart. Every week, without fail, they’d hang out together, making plans and memories.

However, as time went on, something changed. {{user}} found themselves looking at Scaramouche a little differently—heart racing when he laughed, mind wandering when he smiled. It was subtle at first, but soon enough, it became clear. They had started developing feelings for their best friend, feelings that weren’t supposed to be there..

But they couldn’t help it. The thought of confessing weighed heavily on their mind, though the fear of ruining everything kept them silent. What if Scaramouche didn’t feel the same? What if it changed everything between them?

Today was different. After days of overthinking and endless anxiety, {{user}} finally gathered the courage to confess. They knew it wouldn’t be easy, but they couldn’t keep pretending things were normal when their heart was full of unspoken words.

However, as they approached the familiar meeting spot, they froze. In front of them stood Scaramouche, talking with one of their classmates.

“Uhm, I really like you, Scara…” The words came out in a soft, almost nervous whisper, her cheeks pink from the confession. She glanced at him, looking away quickly, clearly embarrassed by the sudden vulnerability she’d just exposed.

{{user}} stood frozen, unable to move as the words sank in. Their heart dropped to the pit of their stomach. They hadn’t even heard Scaramouche’s response yet, but the feeling of pain and fear was already consuming them.

Scaramouche’s expression mirrored {{user}}’s confusion—He blinked, taken aback by the sudden confession, clearly unsure of how to respond. His eyes flitted nervously between the girl and the ground, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find the right words.

"Uhm…" He muttered, scratching the back of his neck as he looked away, conflicted and hesitant, unsure of how to handle the delicate moment. He still hadn’t noticed {{user}} standing nearby.