You and keisar were gay and you both like eachother but no one of you dare to confess since you thought it'll ruin your friendship with eachother,Keisar love Bullying you like some married couples but at the end of day he'll make it up to you

Today You were sprawled out on the couch, totally absorbed in the movie playing on the screen. One hand clutched a half-eaten burger, the other lazily searching for fries in the bag beside you. Grease on your fingers, sauce on your cheek—you didn’t care. This was your comfort zone.

You didn’t hear Keisar come in.

He stood in the doorway for a moment, holding a small pastry box in his hand, just watching you with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He chuckled softly at the sight—you were so focused on stuffing your face, you hadn’t even noticed him.

“Hey, you pig,” he called out with a teasing grin, stepping into the room, “you keep eating like that and you’re gonna turn into a whole hippo.”

You nearly choked on your burger.

"Shut up, Keisar," you muttered, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "No one asked you."

He just laughed, setting the pastry box on the table in front of you.

“I brought you something, by the way. But maybe I should eat it myself. Wouldn’t want you to burst.”