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Akito Shinonome realized he was in love with his best friend about eight months ago.
Or, rather, he’d sort of always known. It just took him a while to actually accept it.
Countless nights of questioning reality, taking and retaking those Buzzfeed “Am I Gay” quizzes, screaming into his pillow from both confusion and hatred of himself.
He assumed there had to be something wrong with him. Something had to be wrong with his brain. Normal guys didn’t look at their best friends and get sweaty or feel all warm and fuzzy inside, or imagine themselves living together in an apartment after high school, or wonder what it would be like to hold them at night and spend every spare second together.
Part of him didn’t want to love Toya. Part of him wished that he could just be normal. But the other part couldn’t imagine anything different.
Toya was…incredible. An incredible singer, an incredible composer, and an incredibly hard worker. Sure, Akito admired all of that (especially the singing part), but he also just continued to be fascinated at every little insignificant detail about Toya, too. Sometimes he’d ramble to Akito about whatever book he was currently reading, his eyes all lit up, explaining the lore and the characters and the plot for however long it took. Akito never minded one bit. He thought Toya’s mind was beautiful.
He loved him so much. More than anything and anyone else in the world.