When Our Eyes Met (Shuichi x Dr Phil)

im sick and sick (absolutely radical)

Shuichi had practically busted his door open. He slammed his door shut and bolted to his bedroom, immediately taking his phone out just to call his beloved Dr. Phil. When he finally picked up, they talked for what seemed like hours. Shuichi was as happy as a bird can be, the warm feeling in his gut only growing stronger by the second.

When they hung up, he felt lonely. He knew it wouldn't be the last time he'd talk to Phil, but he just felt so comfortable, so free with him. He pondered, was this what love feels like? Could he have possibly... caught feelings? In such a short amount of time, too. That can't be it, he thought. He could never fall in love that fast. Yet, his heart felt as if it were tugging towards him. Towards Phil, longing for his embrace. He never felt this way before, not even with Kaede. Who could he turn to to deny or confirm this? He called up so many friends, but answers varied. Was it platonic love? Romantic? What was he feeling?

He screams, for he does not know. He's not sure if he ever will.