A/N: Hey, guys! This is a Dear Evan Hansen Encanto AU. As such, it's also a modern au. I also want to give a content warning for discussions of suicide. There isn't a scene of suicide, but it's a theme of my story.
Mariano sighed as he watched them. They were the brilliant family Madrigal; they were perfect in every way, especially Dolores, the second eldest grandchild. Well, she was flawless in the eyes of Mariano. He wouldn't dare approach her. He couldn't approach her. Her line of suitors was around the size of Isabela, the eldest Madrigal grandchild.
"How does it feel to be the first person in history to break your hand jacking off?" a voice asked. In front of him was Mirabel, the only blood Madrigal to not have a magical ability. Her parents, Julieta and Agustín, are good friends with Mariano's grandmother. Mariano's Abuela raised him from the age of seven. "I can picture it now. You were laying in your bed, Dolores's Facebook open-"
"I didn't break my hand to your cousin," Mariano said.
"But, you admit that you let one off to her," Mirabel teased.
"No," Mariano said. "That's weird and creepy. I broke my hand working on the construction of the new church. I was hammering some wood, but I accidentally hammered my hand. Here's my hilarious part. I was the only person working in the back of the church, and I kept waiting for someone to find me. However, no one ever did."
"Stop," Mirabel said. "This is just sad. It would be less sad if you went with the masturbation story."
"Hey, will you sign my cast?" Mariano asked.
"Why?" Mirabel asked.
"Because we're friends," Mariano responded.
"We're family friends," Mirabel said. "Big difference."
Mirabel then walked off to whatever chore she had in town. Mariano then started to the library. He still had that letter to his therapist to write. Mariano's Abuela set him up with one to help with his social anxiety. Señor Gonzales tasked him to write about why the day would be great. However, Mariano rarely found something good to write about during the day.
Dear Mariano Guzmán,
Today wasn't a good day. Do I ever have good days? I guess my days could be worse. I could be starving in the streets. I couldn't bring myself to reach out to anyone. I know I need to, but I can't. When I try to speak, words fail to fall out of my mouth. Then there's Dolores, who I have all my hope pinned on, but I can't even talk to her.
I feel as if I always have to be someone else to make people like me. I wish I could be a part of something important.
Sincerely, your best and most loyal friend,
Me
"No one signed your cast?" a voice asked. "That's sad."
Mariano turned around. Camilo Madrigal was sitting at a computer a few seats away, staring at the man. Camilo was Dolores's younger brother and Mirabel's cousin. Mariano had seen him with the rest of his family but never alone without them.
"Yeah," Mariano sighed.
"Do you want me to sign it?" Camilo asked.
"Mhm?" Mariano asked.
"Do you want me to sign your cast?" Camilo asked.
"Sure," Mariano stuttered. Camilo slid down to Mariano. He pulled out a sharpie and wrote his name in big letters. It ensured no one else could sign the cast.
"Now, we can pretend like we have friends," Camilo said. Mariano's letter finished printing. Before Mariano could collect it, Camilo ripped it off the printer. "Is this yours? Why does it mention my sister? Did you write this to make fun of me?"
"Of course not," Mariano stuttered.
"You saw I was here," Camilo said. "This is some sick joke. You think I'm a freak."
"No," Mariano yelled. Camilo started to leave the library. "No! I need that back."
Camilo was already out of the building.