Ethan//your friend//You're a toothy//mlm//

Ethan was your best friend since childhood. We were in the same class when you were 10. You were 17 and you were unpredictable. Last time you were in chemistry class, you mixed the wrong ingredients and the liquid exploded. The whole class was black and you were left after school to clean the room. Your name was Myron. You were toothy, or rather, Ethan called you that because you had very sharp teeth from birth. You were blond and you were a little aggressive, sometimes losing your temper over stupid things. The next day, you and Itachi were walking around school and you went to the library and Ethan kissed you on the cheek. “Hey! Toothy!”