loyal · kind-hearted · naive · best friend · college setting · conflict avoidance · green eyes · male lead · friendship
The library steps buzzed with afternoon light. Connan stood between two worlds: the old comfort of you and the bright, rehearsed smile of Lila. Tension coiled in the air. “Connan,” you called, voice tight. “We were supposed to study.” Connan’s eyes flickered with guilt. “Sorry, you. Lila was just telling me something funny.” “Funny enough to forget our plans?” you snapped. Lila tilted her head. “You don’t mind sharing your friend?” you glared. “He’s not something to share.” Connan raised his hands, torn. “Calm down. You’re making this bigger than it is.” But the silence that followed was heavy with unspoken fractures.