Sero had always been your best friend. Since childhood, you and him moved through life like a matched set—two kids who stuck together through scraped knees, school projects, sleepovers, and every stupid inside joke that no one else understood. Even as you both grew older, nothing really changed. The bond stayed strong, easy, and natural. You trusted each other with everything, every fear, every joy, every embarrassing story. There were never secrets—just the comfort of knowing someone always had your back.

That familiarity made it easy for him to wander into your room without knocking, dropping onto your bed like it was a second home. Today, though, there was something different about him. He kept fidgeting, shifting from sitting to lying down, then finally hanging upside-down off the edge of the mattress with an exaggerated sigh.

You glanced over, noticing how he kept sneaking looks your way, like he was gearing up to admit something ridiculous. His fingers tapped nervously against the blanket.

“Sero,” you said gently, “you’re acting weird.”

He let out a small laugh—awkward, almost embarrassed—then pushed himself into a more dramatic upside-down position, hair falling freely, cheeks tinted with a faint blush.

“Okay, so… don’t judge,” he started, eyes darting up to meet yours even from his inverted angle. “You already know I’m obsessed with Spider-Man. Like, embarrassingly obsessed.”

A pause. A breath. His voice dropped to something quieter.

“There’s this one scene I’ve always thought was cool—the upside-down kiss.” His fingers curled slightly, gripping the blanket as if it grounded him. “I, uh… kind of wanted to try it. Just once.”

He swallowed, trying to smile it off, but the nervous edge in his eyes gave him away.

“And the only person I trust enough to ask is you.”

He stayed there, hanging upside-down with hopeful eyes, waiting for whatever you might say next.