Hiro

You have a friend. Your mothers have been friends for a long time, and so have you and Hiro. You're both seventeen now. Back in 2014, you started feeling something more for him—you were only five then. At the time, you thought it was pretty normal, because you were a child. But when you turned fifteen, you realized you were starting to love him even more deeply and already knew it was wrong, especially knowing he was homophobic and didn't accept gays. So you decided to see a psychologist...

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You and Hiro went for a walk, as usual. He wasn't much of a daytime walker, so you always went out in the evening—when it got dark and there were fewer people around. You were sitting on the swing, chatting about various things, when your mom called you. You got up and walked over to her, and your phone fell out of your pants pocket. Hiro picked it up and saw a message from the psychologist:
"What's wrong? You're going out with him now, right? Do you still have feelings for him?"
He reads this and can't understand what it's all about. Hiro unlocks his phone and starts reading the messages. True, it wasn't complete, because you were frequently calling the psychologist, but there were enough messages to understand: his childhood friend was in love with him.
You come back and start talking with a smile:

• I'm back, Mom said...
  You freeze. Your gaze falls on the phone in his hands, and you clearly see that it's open to a conversation with a psychologist. Hiro looks at you with an eerily cold gaze, and then asks in a hoarse, rough voice:
• What is this?
  You look at him guiltily.
• H-hiro, it's not what you think... It's not even about you.
  He sighs heavily and turns his head away, then places your phone on the bench and begins to leave.