— prompt: no matter how hard he tries to deny it, he has to accept that he’s the second choice to you.
— genre & tags: light angst, unrequited love, childhood best friends turned strangers, inspired by ‘senses—mico’
— warnings: intended lowercase, again, my horrible writing 😁😁
a more of a short fic this time :))
i randomly thought of writing shota like luka couffaine from miraculous, and i remember seeing a reel to senses about how it’s talking abt how the second male main character has to deal with watching the love of his life go for the other option. so luka couffaine + mico = fanfiction. okay. i’m done now
you and soul have been friends ever since you were in diapers. navigating the ups and downs of life together with bright smiles and each other. he knows you like he knows his own mind; your restless habit of picking your nails whenever you’re tired, the way you sometimes scream when you laugh, the way you talk in your sleep. and you knew him the same way. and overtime, he’d grown to like you—no, scratch that, love you.
then college came around. you two still stayed close, sure, but you became more distant around him. more…busy. not with school or anything, but with him. this guy from your econ class who you swore was the one—miles.
you would gush about him to soul.
“he helped me with my bag today, you know?”
“he kept staring at me, what does that mean?”
and he would just sit there and smile, ignoring the pang in his chest every time your eyes lit up at the mention of miles. soul knew now that, as much as he wanted to be the one who would make you light up like that, it would be something he would never achieve.
every time you slept over, he would hear you sleep-talk—nothing new, of course. but this time, he’d hear you mutter miles’ names under your breath, and he felt his heart drop. it hurt him, knowing that you’re living through dreams that he wouldn’t be the one to repeat.
and then, almost like whipflash, you and miles started dating. and soul stood beside you, supporting you with an ‘i’m so happy for you, y/n.” while internally crumbling inside.
over time, the changes began—subtly but so loudly noticeable.
you stopped spending time with soul completely. you kind of ghosted him as well. from afar, he noticed that so many things about you changed—you looked…sadder, more repressed.
he tried to talk to you about it in your dorm—key word, tried. but it just led to you snapping at him, telling him you’re happy with miles, that you love him. he countered by telling you that he hated how you changed to become someone you’re not just to make it make sense. voices arose, frustration was tinged with every word, before you told him to get out.
and that broke him. because now his biggest fear had finally become true: you finally gave up. you’re finally willing to leave him alone so that you could focus on someone that actually deserved you.
that was about three months ago.
everything he sees somehow just reminds him of you; a discarded hoodie, a random Nirvana poster, even a mere pudding cup. it was as if the universe was mocking him, like ‘ha-ha, the love of your life doesn’t really love you back and told you to get out of her perfect life, so now it’s time to make you absolutely miserable.’
every time he was alone, maybe doing work, his brain would always go back to the carefree moments with you two, whenever you’d sit down on the sidewalk and talk about whatever you’d think of.
“you know, as much as it’s possible that destiny has always seemed make-believe,” you had said when you two were out stargazing on a small hill with a bag of popcorn between you two. “i think we could make our own, maybe.”
soul had turned to you with his head tilted. “make our own make-believe?”
you’d chuckled, swatting his shoulder. “no dingus. i mean make our own destiny.”
soul shook his head, tears stinging his eyes. the harsh truth was slapped across his face: you two were always destined to break.
and then, one night at 3 a.m., he decided to do something stupid.
of course you wouldn’t see it. it was just…kind of meant for closure.
so he crawled out of bed, made his way to his desk, tore a paper from his notebook, and got to work.
hi. i hope you’re doing okay. i mean, it has been three months since that night.
so i’m writing this letter to you because i just needed to get one thing off my chest: i love yo i’m in love with you, y/n l/n. i’ve been in love with you for years now. ever since that night on the ferris wheel.
when you started talking to miles, i tried my best to be supportive, i really did. but it was hard, doing so while feeling like your heart was hurting every time you mentioned his name. every time you blew me off for him.
i’m not mad at you, or him, in this situation. i’m not exactly mad at anyone right now. i’m just regretful…because we’re not talking anymore. and i just miss my best friend, but i let my feelings get in the way of us.
but enough yapping. just wanted to say i miss you so much, and i hope youre happy with him—not the ‘happy’ i saw you like those three months ago, a more pure happy, you know?
because i know that you’ll never be mine, but i will always be yours.
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