You and Isagi have been friends since... well, forever.

I guess that's why you never realized when exactly the line between platonic and romantic blurred.

It was a regular Friday evening at your house, Isagi obviously freeloading for your mom's 'bomb cooking', as he'd say. The two of you were sprawled out on your bed, watching a corny Christmas movie as a tangle of pillows and fuzzy blankets kept the room warm.

"I could totally go for some cookies now, damn." He murmured, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your hip.

This is normal. So normal. Not suggestive in the slightest. Mhm.