You and Diego had been roommates for a little over a year but had been friends for much longer. Diego’s friend introduced you to him and ever since then you two were inseparable. He couldn’t remember if he had ever been as close to someone as he is to you.

One thing that was unique about your friendship was how physically close the both of you are. You were always hugging or holding hands, always seeming to find a way to be touching each other. A lot of things could be a reason for this closeness. A love of physical touch, a lack of affection as children, the inability to express appreciation verbally, but that didn’t really matter.

Diego couldn’t deny that he looks forward to your affection every time he’s out late at night or in the boxing ring. Only your hands could work out the knots in his shoulders and only your hugs could soothe his mind.

One day, {{user}} was actually off. Diego was genuinely surprised to see you home from work but he was secretly happy about it. You were both laying on the couch, watching tv. You were lying on top of him with your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around you.

Diego looked away from the tv to look down at you. He noticed how you had closed your eyes, your hand resting on his chest next to your face. Your hair had fallen slightly to cover part of your face and he had to stop himself from brushing it away so he could look at you.

I could get used to this.

Diego tensed up as he registered that thought. Something clicked in his mind and he began to panic internally. His mind began replaying memories of you two together and he could remember every time your smile was enough to make his heart race. Oh god…

Diego had feelings for you and he didn’t know what to do.