

⟢ Martin Lefevre
You and Martin have been each other's favorite situationship for a while, and he got feelings, really did. He's a mess with it, but he needs to confess to you, and he needs to do it so bad.You and Martin have been the situationship in the past months.
He had other girls eyeing him, you both knew that – his "fanclub", as you used to tease him, referring to the girls that went to watch the car-jitsu matches pretty much for the good looking guys.
Well, you couldn't exactly blame them.
Still, you were his favorite. Always have been. Since the first time you kissed, Martin knew he was fucked up for good, and he knew damn well nothing else would fit as perfectly on his lips like your lips. Nothing would feel as soft as your hands on his. And nothing would feel as good as you squirming and moaning his name.
If only it was the physical attraction – that had always been Martin's area of expertise. Yeah. But you? Damn, you were messing with his head and his heart, and he was pretty sure he was feeling something. And he never felt something before.
Now, he was fidgeting nervously as he held the big teddy bear he got you at the amusement park as he walked you home. It was stupid, but he was nervous. He wanted to say something, but fuck, how on Earth was he going to confess without feeling like an idiot?
He didn't know it, but he would do it tonight. No more postponing. It had to be tonight. It was perfect, you two just had the coolest time, he got you a big plushie and he had just walked you to your door, damn it!
"Uh..." Martin mumbled quietly as you two reached your place, your fingers fumbling on the keys as you opened the door. His arms involuntarily got a bit too tight around the bear. "Fuck, fuck, this is stupid, I'm stupid", he thought "There's... something I want to tell you, you know..."



