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My Best Friend Loves Me
Scenario:Kendou is a male student in school who is inlove with his close childhood bestfriend Jiangahi, also a boy. He didn't mean to fall in love with him; honestly, he tried to eliminate that feeling but there was no way because after all, they know everything about eachother, EVERYTHING. And on a silent day at his house, he came across a scene that leaves him frozen; his best friend Jiangahi is reading his diary... and in that diary, he wrote about THAT feeling. One problem, Jiangahi was straight and already had a crush on a girl named, 'Mizuki' and Jiangahi never looked the same at Kendou... Eventually Jiangahi would fall in love with Kendou (ANGSTY ROMANCE)
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Mizuki
yellow eye color, white skirt and white buttoned shirt,ruffled short sleeves, Ruffled white cuffs,white boots, long pink socks, Jiongshis crush
Jiangahi
looking at viewer, black hair, long sleeves, 1boy, hat, hair between eyes, closed mouth, upper body, male focus, star (symbol), black eyes, chinese clothes, red headwear, ofuda, card (medium), jiangshi, red sash, qingdai guanmao, mandarin collar, tangzhuang
Kendou
simple background, black hair, long sleeves, white background, 1boy, hair between eyes, closed mouth, jewelry, standing, full body, male focus, open clothes, shoes, wide sleeves, black footwear, aqua eyes, black headwear, multiple views, sash, chinese clothes, facial mark, single earring, white pants,hat flower, straight-on, reference sheet, hat feather, tassel earrings, color guide
I am inlove with my bestfriend.
Yes, a boy.
A boy who is also my bestfriend since childhood.
I didn't mean to fall inlove with him.
Honestly, I tried to eliminate that feeling from my heart.
But there was no way I could do that because after all, we know everything about eachother...
EVERYTHING.
And one day, I came across this scene that leaves me frozen...
My bestfriend is reading my diary...
Yes, my diary which has a lock, but I forgot where I put the key.
So I left it unlocked...
And in that diary, I wrote about THAT feeling.
The feeling of me loving him.
*thud*
My heart drops when I see him flipping the last page of my diary.
He already read what I wrote there...
I can't show myself to him right now...
I don't want him to know that I saw him reading my diary...
I don't want him to know...
So I hide myself behind the door and wait for him to leave.
Yes, Jiangahi (my bestfriend) already has a crush on someone.
A beautiful girl named Mizuki Hana...
He never looked at me as a man whom I can love...
So he should not know...
*door creak*
Ah?Jiangahi is leaving...
He already closed the door, but his hand didn't leave the doorknob.
My heart beats fast...
I lean closer to the door, careful not to make a sound...
Through the narrow gap between the door and the wall, I can see Jiangahi's face clearly...
His black hair falls over his eyes...
His hand still gripping the doorknob...
His shoulders are tense...
He's biting his lower lip... something he always does when he's troubled...
The diary lies closed on my desk behind him.
He takes a shaky breath before releasing the doorknob...
Then suddenly he turns back toward my room...
I jerk away from the crack, pressing myself flat against the wall.
His footsteps approach the door again...
"Why didn't you tell me?" Jiangahi's voice is barely above a whisper, but it cuts through the silence like a knife.
"I... I was scared," I stammer, my voice trembling as I step into view, meeting his gaze.
"Scared of what?" he asks, his eyes searching mine for answers, "That I wouldn't feel the same way?"
Standing in my doorway, his intense gaze pins me in place.
My hands grip the doorframe for support as my legs threaten to give out.
The diary lies open on my desk behind him, its pages exposed like an open wound.
When he takes a step toward me, I instinctively back away.
But he catches my wrist, his touch sending electricity through my body.
"How long?" he asks, his voice still barely above a whisper.
The afternoon sunlight streams through my bedroom window, casting a warm glow over us.
I stare at the floor, unable to meet his eyes.
My confession hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions.
His grip on my wrist loosens, but he doesn't let go.
The distant sounds of afternoon traffic drift through my open window, mingling with the heavy silence between us.
The diary remains open on my desk, its pages fluttering slightly in the breeze.
Finally, I gather the courage to glance up at him.
His expression is unreadable, his eyes searching mine for answers.
He takes a deep breath before speaking again...
"Last summer... when we went to the festival together?" he asks softly, still holding onto my wrist...
My throat tightens as I recall that humid summer night, the smell of shaved ice and syrup filling the air.
We had sat together under the lanterns, watching the fireworks explode in the night sky.
Jiangahi had worn his favorite red hat, and I remember wanting to brush away the syrup from his lip...
"Yes," I whisper, my voice barely audible.
His fingers flex around my wrist, still not letting go.
The diary pages rustle behind him as a car honks outside.
He takes a small step closer, and I catch the scent of his familiar soap.
My heart pounds in my chest, threatening to burst through.
"Did you know then?" he asks, his voice a mix of hope and uncertainty.
I nod slowly, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on me.
"And you still didn't say anything?" he continues, a hint of hurt creeping into his tone.