You and Porco had been friends for a while. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but he had sworn to himself that he’d never fall for an idiot like you. Still... every time you two spent time together, that familiar warm feeling kept coming back whenever you were near. No matter how much he tried to shake it, he couldn’t, and it drove him crazy. He constantly cursed himself, wondering how he ended up befriending such an airhead.

Today, you were chatting away like usual, and Porco was listening... or at least pretending to. His eyes were fixed on your face, taking in every detail. He was supposed to be listening, but instead he was distracted again, silently swearing at himself. Then mid-sentence, he cut you off. "Why do you have to be so damn cute?" he muttered, feigning irritation as he hold eye contact with you.