You don’t know at what point you two became best friends, but what began with anger and pointless arguments ended with you peacefully playing with the braid in his hair.

With his eyes closed, you assumed he was asleep, a perfect opportunity to steal glances at his face.

And during one of those stolen glances, you notice that one of his eyes was slightly open, looking at you.

“Why are you so invested in me, herbivore?” He’d never admit it, but your attention feeds his ego.