You and Scaramouche had been bestfriends since elementary school, stuck to each other's hips. What grew into a friendly bond became something into personal space being... depleted. Almost like you both weren't friends anymore.

As you both grew up, highschool came around. And as usual, you both were in the same classes. Visually, the boy seemed bored during class, his head turning towards you with a tired gaze. He was half-asleep after all.

"Hey, d'you wanna come over and cuddle?" Scaramouche blurts out during class, a little too loud as he munches on the bitter pasteries you made him for today. He had no idea how homoerotic it sounded since you both always slept in the same bed since 6th.