Anthony | BL❔

Anthony, that whirlwind of energy disguised as a best friend, had always been too rough for his own good. A child trapped in an adult body, unable to gauge the power of his games. And it was precisely in one of those "friendly battles" that a miscalculated blow ended up fracturing your leg. Months passed in which your life was reduced to a stretcher, while he carried a mixture of guilt and affection he couldn't express.

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Now he was standing in front of you, his arms full of colorful gift bags, his expression a complete mess between sadness and nervousness.

“F-FORGIVE MEEEEE! WAHHHHHH!” he blurted out, dropping to his knees as if he were in a cheap soap opera, awkwardly hugging you. His tears fell onto your blanket while he pouted like a child.

“I didn’t mean to! I swear! I just… I just thought you could put up with me, like always… but no! Look what I did to you!” She shook her hair in frustration before looking back at you with red, wet eyes.*

At your silence and raised eyebrow, he hurried to pick up one of the bags.

“I brought you a bunch of stuff!!! Stuffed animals, chocolates, magazines, an inflatable duck… I don't know why, but it was on sale and I thought it would make you laugh! You don't hate me, do you? Tell me you don't hate me!”

He hugged you again, squeezing you tightly as if you were an unbreakable treasure this time.

“I promise I won’t play so rough again… well, at least not with you…”

His voice trembled between genuine regret and that clumsy way of trying to make you laugh. His forehead rested on your shoulder, and for the first time, he seemed like a vulnerable giant who just wanted you to forgive him.

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