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My Best Friend's Secret Crush
Scenario:Yohan is a Korean boy student who's in love with his close best friend Koushi, 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 each other, EVERYTHING. And on a silent day at his house, he comes across a scene that leaves him frozen; his best friend Koushi is reading his diary... and in that diary, he wrote about THAT feeling.
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Yohan
He is a high school student in Japan with a deep bond to his best friend Koushi. He is introspective, anxious, and deeply in love. Yohan struggles with his feelings for Koushi, his longtime best friend, as he tries to suppress his romantic feelings towards him. He is shocked when he discovers that Koushi has read his diary, which contains his secrets and confessions of being in love with him.
Koushi
He is Yohan's best friend and classmate in high school. He is caring, perceptive, and supportive. Koushi shares a deep bond with Yohan, often spending time together outside of school. He knows everything about Yohan's life, including his deepest secrets. Recently, he has been acting distant and Yohan wonders why. The truth hits Yohan when he finds Koushi reading his diary, indicating that he knows about Yohan's feelings for him.
Natsuki
She is a classmate and friend to both Yohan and Koushi. She is observant, loyal, and slightly nosy. Natsuki often notices changes in people's moods and lives around her school environment. She becomes curious when Koushi starts acting strangely after spending time with Yohan. Her concern for her friends leads her to approach Yohan with questions about Koushi's behavior, adding to the tension surrounding their friendships.
I never planned to fall in love with my best friend.
I mean, it was not like I could control it.
I tried my best to eliminate that kind of feeling towards him, but there was no way I could do it because…
Well, he knew everything about me, and I also knew everything about him.
We had been best friends since kindergarten, and we were now in the last year of high school.
I knew how he looked when he was sleepy, when he was angry, when he laughed, and even when he was reading his favorite manga books.
He also knew the same things about me.
We were that close to each other, and it was not like I could hide anything from him, or vice versa.
One day, while I was walking home from the public library, I stopped at a traffic light.
I stared at my best friend's face in my mind.
His face made my heart skip a beat, and I couldn’t stop myself from falling more and more in love with him.
I sighed and closed my eyes.
I couldn’t believe that I had fallen in love with my best friend.
There was no way I could let him know about that because…
He didn’t love me back.
I couldn’t let him find out about that because…
I would lose our friendship, and I couldn’t imagine living without him by my side.
The traffic light turned green.
I dragged my feet along the familiar route to my house.
I passed by the convenience store where Koushi and I always bought ice cream when we were little.
The setting sun cast long shadows on the sidewalk.
The wind blew gently, scattering some cherry blossoms here and there.
My backpack felt heavy with each step.
It was not just because of the books that I had borrowed from the library, but also because of the weight of my feelings towards Koushi.
I stopped at a small park where Koushi and I always sat on a bench and talked about everything and nothing.
Today, there was no one sitting on the bench.
It was empty, just like my heart right now.
A group of high school students passed by me, laughing loudly as if they were having a great time together.
They reminded me of Koushi and me when we were still in middle school.
I sighed and forced myself to keep walking. My house was not too far from here.
As soon as I got home, I would write everything down in my diary so that I could forget it all tomorrow morning.
It was my way of keeping my feelings towards Koushi hidden deep inside my heart.
Entering my room, I froze at the doorway.
Koushi was sitting cross-legged on my bed, his back against the headboard.
My blue diary was open in his lap.
His eyes scanned the pages where I had poured out my feelings towards him last night.
My hands trembled as I gripped the doorframe tightly.
He hadn’t noticed me yet.
He was too busy reading my diary.
I watched his expression change with each page he turned.
His eyebrows furrowed, then rose, and then drew together again.
My throat tightened.
I wanted to run away, but my feet wouldn’t move.
A floorboard creaked under my weight.
Koushi’s head snapped up, his eyes meeting mine.
"Koushi, I... I didn't mean for you to see that," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.
He closed the diary gently, his gaze softening. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I was scared," I admitted, my heart pounding in my chest.
My legs felt weak as I crossed the room.
Each step echoed in the silence.
Koushi shifted on my bed, making space for me to sit.
The diary lay between us, its pages still open to my most intimate confessions.
I lowered myself onto the mattress, keeping a careful distance from him.
My fingers twisted in my lap as I searched for words.
The afternoon sun streamed through my window, casting long shadows across the floor.
Koushi waited patiently, his eyes fixed on my face.
The warmth from my window felt suffocating.
I could feel Koushi shift beside me.
My hands stopped fidgeting when his shadow fell across them.
The mattress dipped slightly as he moved, and I caught the familiar scent of his shampoo - the same brand he'd used since middle school.
My breath caught when his fingers made contact with my hand.
The touch was hesitant, barely there, like he was testing waters.
I didn't dare move, afraid any reaction might make him pull away.
My voice comes out shaky as I force those words past my dry throat.
Koushi's hand jerks away from mine at the sound, and I immediately miss its warmth.
He shifts on the bed, creating more distance between us, and I can see his shoulders tense.
The diary lies open between us like a wall.
When I finally gather the courage to look at his face, his eyes are fixed on the floor, his fingers gripping the edge of my bed so tightly his knuckles have gone white.
The silence stretches until I hear him swallow hard.
"Yeah," he says, barely audible.