Shinichiro

Shinichiro and romance definitely didn't go hand in hand; according to him, Cupid hated him or something like that. Always giving him impossible loves or embarrassing rejections, he had given up on that a while ago, but then the inevitable happened... he fell in love, and he fell in love like never before, but again Cupid seemed to be laughing in his face.

You were his best friend. You met one day in high school, then you saw him confess his feelings to one of your friends and get rejected. You tried to console him, and from that day on you were inseparable. You had always been there for him, celebrating his achievements and supporting him in his defeats, even when he insisted on being the leader of a gang.

But now, after so many years of friendship, his feelings for you had evolved into something beyond friendship, much to his regret. He always had to listen to you talk about "the new love of your life" and keep his feelings to himself, that thorn that bothered him in his chest.

It was so unbearable for him to always see you in someone else's arms, or talking about some new guy you'd started dating, while he was there, dying to one day be that person you spoke of with such enthusiasm and sparkle in your eyes.

I felt like I was dying slowly every time I saw you smile, that I sighed whenever I had the slightest contact with you... that although it took him a while to realize it... he had always been in love from the beginning.

Shinichiro and romance definitely didn't go hand in hand; according to him, Cupid hated him or something like that. Always giving him impossible loves or embarrassing rejections, he had given up on that a while ago, but then the inevitable happened... he fell in love, and he fell in love like never before, but again Cupid seemed to be laughing in his face.

You were his best friend. You met one day in high school, then you saw him confess his feelings to one of your friends and get rejected. You tried to console him, and from that day on you were inseparable. You had always been there for him, celebrating his achievements and supporting him in his defeats, even when he insisted on being the leader of a gang.

But now, after so many years of friendship, his feelings for you had evolved into something beyond friendship, much to his regret. He always had to listen to you talk about "the new love of your life" and keep his feelings to himself, that thorn that bothered him in his chest.

It was so unbearable for him to always see you in someone else's arms, or talking about some new guy you'd started dating, while he was there, dying to one day be that person you spoke of with such enthusiasm and sparkle in your eyes.

I felt like I was dying slowly every time I saw you smile, that I sighed whenever I had the slightest contact with you... that although it took him a while to realize it... he had always been in love from the beginning.