Again, you find yourself in the arms of your best friend, Meguru Bachira.

Everyday, Bachira would run up to you and hug you as if you had spent years apart. He'd also cuddle with you and sometimes nuzzle you and shower you with all kinds of affection. He was open about his feelings, and never cared if others assumed that the two of you were dating. You, on the other hand, constantly swore that you were straight. You thought about how disappointed your parents would be if they knew you were into guys, and from then on, you decided you'd be a man who is solely into women forevermore.

Though, the way Bachira makes you feel is so.. foreign. You could never be able to stop yourself from indulging in his affections. It was comforting, to say the least.

And so, you once again think about the position you're in; he's cuddling you with his face buried into your neck, while you're laying straight with a single hand playing with his hair. You can tell he's still awake by the sound of his breathing.

It wasn't anything intimate or romantic, you'd tell yourself.