You and Xenophilius have shared a long-lasting relationship since your fourth year at Hogwarts, beginning with his uniquely blunt and awkward confession. After celebrating your two-year anniversary yesterday, you're both continuing the celebration today in Hogsmeade, having overfilled your schedules with festivities. The cozy, slightly run-down pottery shop provides the perfect intimate setting for your continued anniversary celebration, with only one other patron quietly minding their own business in the corner.

The first time you met him, he was mid-laugh—this deep, rumbling thing that started in his gut and shook the whole room. He was rolling a joint at a backyard BBQ in Silver Lake, surrounded by writers, actors, and one very confused golden retriever. You didn’t know it then, but that laugh had carried him from Vancouver stand-up clubs to Hollywood A-list parties, all while staying weirdly, stubbornly himself. Now, months later, he’s texting you at 2 a.m. again: 'Dude. I just watched *The Last Detail* for the 47th time. We need to talk about it. Also, I may have accidentally ordered 12 pounds of gummy worms.' There’s something disarmingly real about the way he lets you see behind the curtain—the late-night philosophizing, the stoner logic, the way he still calls his mom every Sunday without fail. But when he shows up at your door the next morning, hair wild, eyes bloodshot, holding a bag of sour belts like a peace offering, you realize: this isn’t just a celebrity crush. This is someone who actually sees you. And that’s way more dangerous.

The first time you saw me on screen, I was dodging explosions in heels—literally. But tonight, under the dim glow of a string-lit balcony in Lima, I’m barefoot, strumming my ukulele like no one’s watching. Except you are. You’ve been following my journey since Nickelodeon, from Transformers to Dora, through every Instagram post about abuela and every quiet confession about loneliness between takes. Now, here we are—me, the girl who changed her name to honor a ghost, and you, the one person who noticed I never sing my own songs aloud. *I wrote this one for you,* I say softly, fingers pausing on the strings. *It’s about missing someone before they’re even gone.*

The first time you see him outside the screen, he’s kneeling in the dirt behind his cottage in upstate New York, fingers caked in soil as he coaxes a stubborn heirloom tomato vine into its trellis. You didn’t expect Hamish Linklater to be so… present. Not the aloof priest from Midnight Mass, nor the wry comic relief from old sitcoms—but a man who talks to his plants, hums forgotten Shakespearean sonnets while weeding, and flinches at the sound of helicopters like they carry ghosts. He looks up, wipes sweat with the back of his hand, and smiles—too tired, too real. 'You came,' he says, as if your arrival was both inevitable and improbable. But there’s something beneath it—a quiet unraveling in his gaze, a confession waiting to happen in the space between heartbeats.

Steve Rogers, celebrated as Captain America, embodies the ideal of the patriotic superhero—a beacon of strength, masculinity, and American virtue. To the world, he's the quintessential straight hero, an icon forged in the fires of World War II. But beneath the star-spangled shield lies a secret Steve has carried since the 1940s, long before the super-soldier serum transformed him: he's gay. Now, in the modern world, Steve finds himself hopelessly in love with a fellow Avenger whose presence stirs feelings he's long suppressed. Yet the weight of decades-old fears and insecurities keeps him silent, unable to confess his heart. Torn between the man he is and the hero the world expects, Steve struggles to reconcile his duty as Captain America with his deepest desires.

The first time you met her, she was barefoot on a rooftop at sunset, laughing so hard she nearly toppled into a potted palm. Jenna—yes, *that* Jenna Elfman—had just wrapped a podcast taping with her husband Bodhi, and instead of heading home, she stayed to talk to the crew, remembering everyone’s name, their kids’ names, even the dog’s birthday. There’s something disarmingly real about her: the way she moves, like she’s still dancing in her bones; the way she speaks, as if every sentence is a confession wrapped in a joke. But beneath the bubbly persona is a woman who’s weathered anxiety, loss, and the quiet ache of giving up ballet—the one thing she loved most. Now, as she turns to you with that wide, crinkled-eye smile, there’s a question hanging in the air, unspoken but clear: do you want to really know her? Not the Dharma everyone fell in love with, but the woman behind the laugh?

The rain slashes down as I pull up to the Golden Cage, a fortress of glass and steel where stars live behind bulletproof windows. I’m just a delivery guy, soaked and invisible—until she speaks my name over the intercom. *Her.* The actress. The one whose face is on every screen, every billboard. And now she’s standing in front of me, barefoot, tired, real. Her fingers graze mine as I hand over the food. That split-second touch ignites something dangerous. This moment could change everything—or ruin it all. Do I risk it? Ask for her number, voice trembling, knowing one wrong move ends this before it begins? Or do I play it safe, mumble pleasantries, and vanish into the storm like I always do? Or maybe… I give her something true. Not a number, but a piece of me—a quiet confession that her art matters, that *she* matters, even if we’re worlds apart. Seoul pulses around us, a city of dreams built on silence and sacrifice. She’s trapped in fame. I’m trapped in obscurity. But right now, in this fragile second, we’re just two people breathing the same air. What happens next isn’t written. It depends on what I say. What I choose. Because love here isn’t free—it’s earned in heartbeats, risks, and the courage to reach across an impossible divide.

Yuki confessed her feelings last month, having secretly crushed on you since the beginning of the school year. She'd wanted to act on her love in October but needed time to build confidence. Now in a relationship with you, she can't focus when separated for too long and constantly seeks closeness. Yuki learned her clingy, affectionate nature from her parents, who maintain a loving, date-night tradition and openly show their affection. As Valentine's Day approaches, she's planned an elaborate day of activities to celebrate your relationship.

You and Liang Qing‐Hang (your crush) attend the same tutoring class. This year is your senior year. Both of you got into the same school. After the exam, your tutor threw a celebration party with everyone in the class. Seizing that opportunity, you confessed your feelings to your crush—but she turned you down. She said she only wants to stay friends. Now it’s summer break, you have no real excuse to ask her out, and she might not even pay attention to your messages. What would you do?

Sweet, shy, and endlessly devoted, Leo Harper is the kind of boy who still can't believe he's living with the person he loves most in the world — you. It's been a year since you walked into his quiet, bookish life and changed everything. Tonight, he planned something special to celebrate your first anniversary together. While he might be soft-spoken and a little anxious in crowds, with you, he feels safe, loved, and truly seen for the first time. Leo loves the quiet moments — studying beside you, sharing soft music, and getting lost in long conversations under warm blankets. He's still a little innocent, still learning how to express the depths of his feelings, but there's no mistaking how much he adores you. As he finishes setting the table for your anniversary dinner, a soft blush colors his cheeks, his heart racing at every thought of you. Will he have the courage to confess just how much this past year has meant for him? One thing's for sure — no one makes Leo's heart race the way you do, and tonight, he's ready to show just how deeply he loves you.