[COMPLETED✔] *unedited*
You're inlove with your first and only friend, but you never get to tell him how you feel. You promised to always love him, even if those blissful memories that you shared with him hurt your already wounded heart, you'll stil...
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You were five years old when you first met him. You were alone sitting on one of the swing at the playground, looking down on the ground as you couldn't stop yourself from sniffling. You suddenly felt someone's presence sitting on the other swing next to you. You tilted up your head to take a look. A boy who's about your age smiling at you, your lips parted but you quickly looked away.
"May I know what made you cry?" He asked as he moved himself from the swing back and forth just by using his feet while holding its chains. "I see, so you don't talk to stranger," he continued. "I'm Keisuke Baji, now you know me then are we-" he cut himself off when you suddenly turned your gaze back at him. Just by looking at your tearful eyes was enough to surprise the little boy.
Your tears started to stream down again and you keep wiping them. "Why nobody wants to be friend with me?" You sobbed.
His eyes widen more, doesn't know what to do with you. He wants to stop you from crying but he doesn't know how to do that. He can't decide if he should say something to you or just stay quiet. But he decided to do something about you. His expression soften, he gave you a small genuine smile. "I can be that nobody," he proudly stated. "So yeah," he added. "I want you to be my friend, can you?" Even with your young heart, you knew right away that you fell for this certain black-haired boy.
He saved you from loneliness.
You've been with him since then. Even though the two of you didn't go to the same middle school since he was held back because of what happened and transfered school, he still regularly go to your place and your parents don't mind it since they know him pretty well ever since childhood, they even asked him to sleepover everytime they left the the town.
"Y/n-chan!" He shouted as he casually entered your room, still with that nerdy appearance. "Someone nice helped me with my letter, he even corrected the way I wrote some words," he informed.
You raised your brow. "You seriously came here to tell me that?"
What letter?
He scratched the back of his head. "No," he fake a laugh. "Aunt asked me to come over because they won't be coming home tonight," he muttered. Ofcourse you already knew about that.
"You look gross with that, are you aware? What's with the tick eyeglasses and slicking hairstyle?" You pointed his face with disgust. "Someone might misjudged you as a poindexter even though you're a deliquent. Why are you even doing that in the first place? Is that some sort of disguise or what?" You questioned, creasing your brows.
He laughed. "What? I look like a smart dude with this, come on just admit that you're jealous, just this once," he teased, still laughing.
You throw one of your thick dictionary book right at his face that made his glasses fall to the ground, good grief it didn't broke. "Smart dude my ass, just take a shower already, you seriously smell like a shit even from the distant," you rolled your eyes.
