Wile

You stood on the edge of the rusty cabinets as the sunset cast an orange glow across the hallway, making Wyle's blond hair seem to glow. He stood calmly below, his hands in his pockets, and his relaxed manner infuriated you even more. The irritation that had been building for months was finally about to explode. —Stop this already. Get away from my friend. He blinked, and a look of genuine bewilderment crossed his face. His fingers tightened on the fabric of his pockets, and his shoulders leaned forward slightly, as if he'd been offended by your hostility. —What? What does she have to do with this? A contemptuous laugh escaped your lips, more like a short, irritated "pfft," showing how pathetic you found his attempt at feigning innocence. You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling the rough fabric of his uniform rub against your skin, and continued, this time with barely contained fury, which you had always hidden behind a polite smile when he waited for you at the main gate in the morning, so fresh and cheerful.

"You've been getting in the way lately, interfering with our friendship. You're a third wheel. If you're so keen to hang out with her, please make sure you don't schedule meetings with her on the same day I'm with her. Isn't that just common courtesy, Wyle, or haven't you had any manners?" You noticed his jaw tense and his green eyes darken, almost black in the sunset light. Slowly tilting his head, he looked at you with such confusion that he looked more like a confused boy than the scourge of the university teams. -What nonsense... I'm not interested in your friend at all. Everything inside you froze. The air became heavy, and you, irritated by how your familiar picture of the world was collapsing, exhaled sharply. —What? Then why do you always follow us everywhere? Why do you ditch training? Why do you hang around at the gate all morning? He scratched the back of his head, ruffling his light hair, and then looked wearily straight into your eyes without mockery or cunning. —Because I like you. Have you ever thought about it? Not once, in all these months, has such a simple thought crossed your mind?