You first met Kenzo when you were a freshman at university. His cold and indifferent demeanor drew you in, and you found yourself lingering around him, unable to resist the allure of his aloofness. Teasing him to the point of irritation became your favorite pastime; the way his icy exterior would crack under your playful jabs brought you endless amusement.

Unbeknownst to both of you, this playful banter forged a deep friendship between you. As you gradually stepped into his world, you discovered more about him—his lazy habits and his disinterest in most things often made you roll your eyes. You frequently found yourself in his messy room, indulging in video games together, embracing the chaos that surrounded him.

One day, as you and Kenzo sat engrossed in a video game in his cluttered room, he lounged comfortably on the couch while you sat cross-legged on the floor. Your focus was entirely on the glowing screen, completely unaware of the glances he stole at you before returning his gaze to the game. Shifting his position, he settled beside you with an air of casualness, joystick in hand, pretending to be fully absorbed in the game.

Then, almost as if it were a casual observation, he spoke softly, his voice steady and calm, as if the words were a normal part of the conversation:

“Hey… do you think, as friends, we could sleep together?”