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Chapter 3

Grian's POV

Grian lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the soft glow of the moonlight spilling through the window. His mind was racing, though not in the usual way. It wasn’t anxiety or nerves that kept him awake this time—it was something far sweeter.

Scar.

The warmth of Scar’s hand still lingered in his own, a comforting reminder of everything that had shifted between them. The way Scar had smiled at him today, his eyes crinkling at the edges like they always did when he was truly happy, sent Grian’s heart racing in a way he couldn’t have imagined before.

He turned over in his bed, pulling the blanket closer, trying to process the reality of it all. It had been so long since he first noticed those feelings creeping in—those little moments of wanting to be close to Scar, of his stomach doing flips whenever their hands accidentally brushed. He’d buried them deep, afraid that bringing them to the surface would ruin everything. But now, after months of uncertainty, there was no more hiding.

And yet, it still felt surreal.

Grian exhaled, replaying the day in his head. The coffee shop, Scar’s infectious laughter, the way the sunlight had hit his face just right as they sat by the window, casting a golden glow over him. He smiled at the thought, his heart fluttering again.

What was this feeling? Sure, he’d had crushes before—he wasn’t a stranger to those light, passing infatuations. But this? This felt different. Scar wasn’t just a crush. Scar was... everything. His best friend, the person he trusted with his silliest thoughts, the one who could make him laugh when nothing else could. And now, the one person who made his heart beat faster with just a glance.

"This is actually happening," Grian whispered to himself, a small smile tugging at his lips. It was happening, and it wasn’t just in his head anymore.

But then there was the other part—the part that tugged at him, just beneath the surface. he was a vigilante. How would Scar react if he found out? Would it change things between them? Grian wasn’t one to care too much about what others thought, but this—this was different. This was his lover, his boyfriend, and he wasn’t ready to face the questions, the teasing, or anything!

Grian glanced over at the window in his room. staring at the starry night sky.

He shook his head. “I'll deal with it later'' he muttered, deciding not to dwell on it too much for now. Right now, it was just the two of them, and that was enough.

As the night wore on, Grian found himself sinking further into his thoughts, letting the events of the day wash over him. He chuckled softly to himself, remembering how awkward he’d felt when he’d asked Scar if they were supposed to go on dates now. What kind of question was that? But Scar, ever the charmer, had handled it perfectly, his laugh so warm and genuine that Grian had instantly relaxed.

He rolled over again, pulling his blanket up to his chin, eyes growing heavier. They were going to the city this weekend—just the two of them, no one else. It was a date, wasn’t it? Grian smiled to himself. A date with Scar at an art museum. It sounded so ordinary and yet so perfect at the same time. He wasn’t even that into art, but the thought of spending the day with Scar, watching him light up at all the things he loved... that made it worth every second.

There was a comfort in knowing that, despite how new everything felt, it wasn’t really new at all. They’d been friends for so long, shared so many moments together. This was just... another chapter. Another part of their story. Grian wasn’t sure where it would lead, but for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t scared of the unknown. He was excited.

The thought made his heart skip a beat.

Grian’s eyes fluttered shut as he allowed himself to drift into sleep, his mind filled with images of Scar’s bright smile, their hands intertwined as they walked back to their dorm, and the quiet promise that everything would be okay.

For the first time in a long time, everything felt right. perfect, even.

And Grian couldn’t wait to see where it would go from here.

it could go very good, or horrible. but one thing's for sure...
He's excited to see the journey.

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The next morning

Grian was half-awake when he heard a knock on his door.

Eventually, he sat up, rubbing his eyes, his hair sticking out in every possible direction, as he walked to the door and opened it. “Morning,” he mumbled, catching Scar’s eye.

Scar grinned at him, his voice light and teasing.
“Morning, bedhead.”

Grian scoffed, running a hand through his messy hair. “Yeah, yeah. Not all of us wake up looking like a model.”

Scar chuckled, walking over to the window. opening the curtains. “Just natural charm, I guess.”

Grian rolled his eyes, "But seriously, how are you such a morning person?". "Don't know," Scar said. "It is what it is". though he couldn’t help but smile at the banter. It felt so normal—so easy—despite everything that had changed between them.

As they got ready for the day, Grian’s mind drifted back to last night, to the way they had held hands so casually as they walked back to their dorm. It was such a small thing, but to Grian, it felt huge. He wasn’t used to this—being with someone, having these quiet, intimate moments. But with Scar, it felt right. Natural, even.

He caught Scar’s eye again as they were about to leave for class, and a familiar warmth spread through his chest. He didn’t need to say anything.

For now.

As they stepped out into the hallway, Grian smiled to himself. He didn’t know what the future held, but with Scar by his side, he was ready to find out.

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