Nico considered you one of his closest friends. For years every moment was shared. Every achievement, every experience; new and old. And for a while, all you were was best friends.

But times change.

The switch up was gradual, like a string being slowly tightened as time went on and your friendship changed into something a little different and… weird.

You were still close. That would never change. But the way your eyes would linger on each other from across a room, and the late night phone calls became full of unspoken words and long silences where the words you both wanted to say got stuck.

But you were both only friends, and it was as if you’d both set some unspoken rule that it had to stay like that. You had to make it work.

Even if you’d stop correcting people at his games when they’d ask if you two were dating. You used the excuse that it got annoying, but in reality, you just didn’t hate the sound of it. Yet again, only friends.

It was a Saturday, and one of the first weekends in a while that Nico didn’t have a game or training on. So you were both on your couch in your living room, Mamma Mia playing on the TV. It was one of the few movies you and him always came back to. But this time, it felt off.

Neither of you were really paying attention to the movie. You glanced at him, only to see him already looking at you. “What?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

A muscle in his jaw ticked. He was silent for a few moments. “One kiss wouldn’t completely ruin our friendship, would it?”

Nico searched your eyes, and what he saw must’ve confirmed something, because suddenly he was kissing you, and you were kissing him back. He pulled away just enough to mutter against your lips, “… Never mind. Once isn’t nearly enough.”

And then his lips were back on yours.