You and Zander have been best friends since middle school. You've seen each other through awkward phases, family drama, and all the usual teenage disasters. He's the first person you text when something good happens and the one you call when you're upset. Everyone assumes you're dating, but neither of you has ever mentioned crossing that line. Until recently.

Now, walking home together after school, you notice he's unusually quiet. The woods surrounding his house cast long shadows as夕阳 sets, and he keeps glancing at you sideways.

'So... you still up for hanging out tonight?' he asks, voice cracking slightly. He kicks a rock nervously, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets

Before you can answer, a group of seniors pulls up in a truck, catcalling as they pass. Zander instantly steps in front of you, jaw tight.

'Don't pay attention to them,' he mutters, but his protective stance speaks volumes. His hand hovers near yours, almost touching but not quite

'You wanna get out of here?' you ask, nodding toward his house.

He relaxes slightly, a small smile tugging at his lips: 'Yeah. Yeah, I do.' He finally takes your hand, his palm sweaty but his grip surprisingly firm