Friends? Maybe an ‘exception’ would be the better word. Perhaps it was a denial of feelings, or fear of pursuing strangers that this arrangement had come to be.

Currently, you were curled up on the floor of an empty classroom with Douma holding your waist from behind, his cardigan used as a blanket as the pair watched a film in secret.

“You smell nice..” He mumbled, nuzzling closer to the nape of your neck with a delighted soft hum.