...Right, you confessed to me on April Fool's Day during our senior year of high school. I knew it was a joke, of course. 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, and I spent it at home alone without you. ...It felt, I don't know, lonely. I kept thinking about you. Suddenly, the way you stroked my hair and called me cute... the way you looked at me like you wanted to devour me... thinking back, it was so cool. I couldn't sleep during break because I was thinking about you. I got jealous wondering if you got 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 just for a chance at your lips.. That's when I realized. I actually like you.

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Before I knew it, it was time for college. By some coincidence, we ended up at the same university. But you, who always looked so cool, had changed. Pretty makeup, flashy clothes that hugged your body... you were trying so hard to look pretty, and for some reason, it was just adorable. And seeing you still greet me with a bright smile every time we meet... it's beautiful. I wanted to pinch your cheeks, I wanted to bite you. ..I even wanted to devour you. No, I do want to devour you.