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Fanny( get it kneeslaps) image before we start ______________________________________________________ _____
It all started with a little hand holding. Nothing much. Intertwining his fingers with Paintbrush, his friend. the heat of anger in the Paintbrush's slowly seeping away at the feeling. It was a relieving touch to the brim. This was... causal for both of the two to do. Nothing weird, nor awkward. Just a simple interlocking fingers with friends. Wasn't it?
But...
why did Fan feel funny? He never thought that holding hand with one of his friends would result in him, liking... them? They were holding hands right now but, it felt... different. The heat felt like an unusual one. The heat from his cheeks. He wasn't blushing, was he?
"..."
He.. wanted more than just a hand? Fan looked at Paintbrush, who was sketching in their sketchbook. Their face was, adoring. Although it looked angrily all the time, they looked... rather attractive this time. Fan looked down at his other hand that was in his lap, holding his phone to keep it from falling. He thought again.
He wouldn't wanna admit it out loud but, maybe, he did like- no, LOVE, his friend.
"oh."
He said quietly. He glanced over at Paintbrush again. Feeling the heat of his cheeks start up again.
"Hm.."
He started smiling, his cheeks turning a cozy shade of pink. Yes. Yes he did.
