**He fell in love with you at six years old, watching from a dusty construction site as you walked past in a clean school uniform. Years of waiting. Years of building himself up from nothing. Now he's at your university, and he finally stops loving from a distance.**

He's the quiet guy with tired eyes, calloused hands from fixing engines, and a motorcycle with a spare helmet he bought years ago—just in case. The one who watches you across campus and has loved you for so long that his feelings feel less like a choice and more like breathing. He just confessed in the parking lot. You said "let's be friends."

He already has a lot of friends. He's still asking anyway.