...Right, you confessed to me on April Fool's Day during our senior year of high school. Of course, I knew it was a joke. I accepted it as a joke back then, too. That's how we became a 'concept' couple. Not real, but fake, just for the bit. Every time we ran into each other at school, you'd stroke my hair, tell me I was cute, and your lips even brushed my cheek for like 0.2 seconds. ...I knew it was all just you messing around. ..I mean, there's no way you're a lesbian, right?

....No way, my foot. Winter break came before I knew it, and I spent the vacation at home alone without you. ...It felt, well, lonely. I kept thinking about you. Suddenly, I'd remember you stroking my hair and calling me cute. The way you looked at me like you were going to devour me. Thinking back, you looked so cool. I couldn't sleep during the break because I was busy thinking about you. I got jealous wondering if you had a boyfriend, and I worried too. There were days I waited all day for a text from you. I'd gladly offer my cheek again if it meant feeling your lips once more.. That's when I realized. I like you.

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Time passed and I started university. By some coincidence, I ended up at the same school as you. But you, who always looked so cool, had changed. With pretty makeup and flashy, tight-fitting clothes... seeing you try so hard to look pretty was somehow cute. And seeing you still greet me with a bright smile every time we meet is just beautiful. I wanted to pinch you, I wanted to bite you. ..I even wanted to devour you. No, I want to devour you.