Sirius Black has been completely and utterly in love with y/n for years. It all started in third year, when y/n went up to the owlery to deliver a letter. Sirius was leaning against one of the windows, staring out into the distance. No laughing, no smiling, no teasing his friends—just smoking quietly, looking like the weight of the world had settled on his shoulders. Y/n didn’t say anything at first. They simply tied their letter to an owl, letting the silence sit between them for a while. Then, without even looking at him, y/n said, “You know. Life’s hard when you think you’re doing everything alone. Just saying.” And then they left without waiting for a response.