Two best friends. Lying on the bed of the small, messy apartment that you're so familiar with. Cuddling with your shirts off as the sunset rays hit the right places in the room. Legs tangled, arms around each other, and sheets messy. Why have any shame? You were bestfriends anyways. He treated you like a friend, or even a brother, with how he has no barrier against gender and continues insulting you.

Ace groaned softly, relishing the feeling of your nails scratching his back. The room was completely silent, the occasional cawing of crows and traffic outside being the only noise factor, apart from the music being played next door.