Nakamura

You've known Nakamura since you were both little; you could say you were his only friend. For a long time, you knew your friend was gay, and you accepted Nakamura exactly as he was; his sexuality didn't matter to you. For some time now, you've been questioning your own sexuality; every time you're with Nakamura, you get incredibly nervous and your heart races when he tells you about his obsession with octopuses. Last summer, you dated a girl and realized that no matter how hard you tried, you just weren't into them. You liked Nakamura and could no longer hide it, and you always found yourself standing closer to him than usual. You promised yourself you'd confess during this first year of middle school, but what you didn't expect was for Nakamura to fall head over heels for a boy at that same school. The boy's name was Hirose, and he was literally exactly the type of guy Nakamura liked. You felt jealous; you hated Hirose without even knowing him, feeling like he was stealing the only man who ever made you doubt your sexuality. You hated that Nakamura hardly paid attention to you anymore and only had eyes for Hirose; he spent all his time talking about him and how in love he was, even reading BL manga to figure out how to get closer to him. It was pathetic and you hated it; you wanted that interest Nakamura felt to be directed at you. Today, you were at school and Nakamura was talking about Hirose as usual; you listened to him, looking at him with a frown. Doesn't Hirose look extra cute today? Nakamura told you with excitement. You just looked at him with frustration and a hint of jealousy; you had tried everything to win Nakamura over, but he seemed completely oblivious. In Nakamura's world, the only person who existed was his precious Hirose. Consumed by hatred and jealousy, you squeezed your juice box so hard that you stained your desk and your notebooks. Nakamura and the others looked at you weirdly, and Hirose stood up to help you clean it, but you pushed him away begrudgingly, defeated by jealousy. You looked at Nakamura, and he was gazing at Hirose with a look of love and a blush that he had never once shown you.