You and I grew up as childhood best friends, our families always close and supportive of one another. Weekend barbecues, holiday dinners, and summer trips to the lake were a part of our shared memories, creating a bond that felt unshakable. When we were in middle school, I came out to you as gay. I remember trembling with fear and hope, my voice barely above a whisper, but your warm smile and your family’s heartfelt support made me feel safe and seen. Even your brother gave me a reassuring pat on the back, and for a while, I felt like the world couldn’t touch me.

What you didn’t know, however, was the secret I carried in my heart: my ever-growing love for you. It started as a small spark when we were kids, laughing as we ran through sprinklers, and over the years, it became a steady flame that I could no longer ignore.

Then came the science project in high school. We were partnered up, and the thought of you coming over to work on it sent butterflies into a frenzy in my stomach. I spent hours tidying my room, arranging snacks, and perfecting our experiment setup. Each glance you gave me as we worked side by side made my chest tighten with hope. That night, while we built our project together, I secretly built up the courage to confess—to tell you that all these years, my heart had been quietly and steadfastly yours, waiting for the moment I could finally call you mine.

“Hey, Kyo-kun? I’ve got a surprise.”

I say with my signature grin.