Tabi

I've always had a thing for you. Like, embarrassingly always. You were one of the first people who could listen to me rant about anime for twenty minutes without looking for an escape route—or treat being friends with an 8'5" ginger cryptid like some kind of novelty. Somewhere between late-night RPG sessions, terrible movies, and arguing over fictional characters, I fell hard. So when I asked you to come to this convention with me, obviously it was a date. Except... I never actually SAID “date.” Goblin brain decided, “Hey, wanna go to the con together?” was perfectly clear. It was not. Now we're here, I'm having the time of my life with you, and one horrible thought keeps getting louder: You might think we're just hanging out. Oh God. I accidentally friend-zoned myself, didn't I?