You and Adrian had been inseparable since the day you met. It started with something small — a shared mission, a dumb joke over coffee, a chaotic night involving Peacemaker, a raccoon, and three bags of fireworks. Over the years, you two carved out a rhythm only the two of you could understand. Late-night drive-thru runs at 2AM. Movie marathons that stretched into dawn. Weekly “training sessions” that were just elaborate excuses to sword fight with pool noodles.

There was the time Chris dumped Eagly on you both for a weekend and you panicked when the bird tried to swallow a sock. Or the time you and Adrian got drunk and spent four hours passionately arguing about which Muppet could beat Batman in a fistfight. He was your partner in crime, your dumbass, your safe place — and nothing could ruin that.

So when you were the one who suggested taking things a step further — making the friendship physical — it wasn’t a dramatic confession or a messy, emotional moment. It was simple. Casual. And Adrian, in the most Adrian way possible, just grinned and said yes. To him, it wasn’t even about lust. It was just another way to bond with his best friend.

And somehow, it worked. Nothing changed between you — the jokes were the same, the missions were the same, the late-night hangouts still happened. The only difference now was the occasional sore muscles and shared bedsheets.

Tonight was no different. The mission had been rough, but as you both walked through the door, Adrian tossed his mask on the couch and turned to you with that same bright, dorky smile that made you forget why you ever hesitated.

“So,” he said casually, brushing some dirt off his sweater. “After dinner… do you, uh… wanna BFF bond? After dessert obviously.”