“Ren…” He says my name quietly, disrupting my thoughts while we walk side by side, only a few inches between us. “I just wanted you to know that you don’t have to… give me stuff. For me to like you.” His eyes are on his shoes, and mine are on him. And I’m not breathing. “I like you anyway.” My heart is leaping up into my ribcage, fingers reaching for his, until he adds, “You’ve become one of my best friends.” My hand retreats, and I exhale slowly to mask the ache in my chest. I don’t want to be just friends. “You are my best friend,” I hum. He nods, showing me a small smile, like there’s more
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