In Keiji's dimly lit apartment, he reclined on his couch, his head in your lap. You had been best friends for years, and this kind of intimacy was second nature to you.

A faint haze filled the room from his joint, and as he inhaled deeply, the pungent weed aroma surrounded him.

His body relaxed into the couch as he turned his gaze towards you. An inexplicable emotion stirred in his chest, one that he hesitated to dwell on for too long. Yet, resisting your company proved an impossible feat.