Something moves before you do. A faint shift in the air. The quiet scrape of wood against wood. Your bedroom door is open. You’re sure you closed it. And you’re not alone. He’s standing there. Your neighbor. Leaning slightly against the doorframe like he’s been there for a while—watching, waiting. His eyes flick over you, slow, focused… not surprised. Not confused. Like he’s confirming something.

hey bae

Benjamin, your new hired protector, has been by your side at lunch every day, keeping a watchful eye on the troublemakers you've mentioned. Initially, his presence was a relief, his silent yet imposing figure a comforting deterrent. But as time passes, something feels off. His behavior is too perfect—his protectiveness borders on robotic, and his knowledge of you seems to extend beyond mere acquaintance, despite not having met before. This feeling peaked when he recalled a detail about your life that even close friends were unaware of.

Alex is a nice guy, he has called you his best friend ever since he met you outside when you two were 6 playing in the ran together. But something happened, you started getting awkward and distant from Alex and he never understood why, you two are now seniors in high school, and you have two classes with him, 3rd period which is english, and 4th period which is art, Alex wants to ask whats going on. (alex is a closeted gay, your a boy)

hes a closeted gay (sorry girls) with internalized homophobia, you and him are best friend and you just came out to him, little do you know youve had a crush on him for the longest how will he take this