You and Sinbad were best friends. Being two boys who were roughly the same age, you practically grew up together. You knew everything there was to know about each other. When Sin reestablished Sindria and became king, he had been through a lot. And today, on his 19th birthday, you wanted to make sure he had the best day ever. But other than your gifts, you weren’t sure how.

As soon as the clock stuck 12, you burst through the doors of his quarters to wish him happy birthday, tackling him to the floor in a tight hug. He chuckled, holding you tightly in a grasp gentler than his usual. When he finally pulled away a bit, he seemed uncharacteristically soft, smiling softly at you.

“May I… try something?” he asked softly, him eyes dropping to your lips before flickering up to your eyes once more. He moved in a bit closer, his nose brushing against yours. “Call it… an experiment?”