Hidden Feelings {[Masky x Hoodie fanfic]}

3 - Variants (H)

Ok, so I wasn't actually asleep. 

I had heard Masky get up, and I knew he was thinking about the Marblehornets days again because he looked shaken, and he kept muttering things. He went to his dresser, getting something different to wear, I guess. I turned over and faced the wall, sinking deeper into my sheets. I didn't want him to see the blush on my face. 

You see, ever since we finished with the Marblehornets, I'd had this strange feeling everytime I looked at him: I knew what it was, from others talking about it, but I didn't know that I was still human enough to feel it. 

I'd always get warmer in the cheeks when I thought about him, and everytime he put his hand on my arm or shoulder I would feel some kind of charge run through me. I couldn't look at him straight in the eye, not only because of the mask, but because he intimidated me just as much as the Boss or any of the others in this mansion. Not that he was mean to me, like the others, but because of that feeling. The tingly one. 

I can't ever, won't ever, admit this to him. You have to promise not to tell him, ever. It would ruin our friendship, and he'd never want to talk to me again. He played such a crucial role in my life, and I didn't want that to change, ever.