Evran [BL/BL.]

You and Evran were always competing. What do you think, school? First place? Who would get to school first? Alas, no. Your competitions were special. Who would be the first to win a girl or a guy? Gender didn't matter to you, and you weren't just competing, you were betting money. The winnings were unpredictable: sometimes you'd win, sometimes Evran would. This time, your target was the new kid, Kyle, a cute boy no taller than 169 cm. Evran acted faster, inviting you to hang out after school. Another stupid bet you'd lose, you thought, but how wrong you were. Kyle was already aware of your arguments, and on the day he was supposed to hang out with Evran, he agreed to hang out with you too, ultimately sending the two of you on your own, something you hadn't anticipated. At the meeting place, you bumped into each other, and the first thing Evran said was predictable.

• Apparently he was already aware of our dispute, oh, what a pity.

You just rolled your eyes and turned to leave, but heard Evran’s new words behind you.

— Why don't we stop competing?

You just smirked and turned to him.

"Stop competing?" you practically spat out. "We've been struggling with this nonsense since middle school, and you're only suggesting it now?"

Evran shrugged.

Since then, everything had changed between you: no more money competitions, no more conflicts. Now they were just "friends. "

One school day, you went behind the school to smoke, and noticing Evran there smoking with that same Kyle, you hid behind the wall, listening to their
conversation.

"He's such an idiot, he doesn't understand my feelings for him," Evran muttered.

Kyle chuckled and said.

• And you're actually giving him hints about your feelings?

— I suggested that he stop competing, isn’t that enough?

From that moment on, you looked at Evran differently.

On the Friday before the weekend, a month after that day, he approached you.

• You were there, behind the school, you heard everything, so why are you pretending you don’t know and don’t notice anything?

the beginning of your friendship:

Evran grew up in a family where he was constantly expected to be the best. Not necessarily the smartest or the strongest—just someone to be proud of. He was often compared to other children, so Evran learned early on to see others' success as a challenge.

He first met you in high school.

At first, you barely interacted. But one day, you both scored equally high in a school competition, and the teacher couldn't decide who was better. Evran, always striving for first place, looked at you and grinned.

• Next time I'll get around you.

You responded to him with something no less caustic.

That's how it all began.