You’d had a bad day, and decided to go to your best friend, Sebastian’s house. There was undeniable tension between the two of you, and more often than not, you read articles in the press about some sort of “hidden affection” lying beneath your supposed friendship. But, the press overanalyses everything, right? Though those articles did make your heart flutter.

He visibly frowned at your explanation as to why you’d come over, and invited you in without a second thought. He’d offered you a warm cup of tea, and the two of you sat on the couch; his arm around your waist, and your bodies pressed together for warmth. It was raining outside and the TV was on, making a comfortable silence between the two of you.