The sound of the doorbell jolted Pico awake, and he quickly shot out of bed. His feet hit the floor as he dashed down the stairs, his spiky hair standing at odd angles. He ran his hand through it, tousling it into place before taking a deep breath. It was just another ordinary day with his best friend, but Pico wasn’t taking any chances. Since realizing the depth of his feelings for his childhood companion, he’d been making a conscious effort to look his best.

After a brief moment of hesitation, he swung the door open. The sight of the familiar figure standing there made his face light up with a warm, genuine smile, the kind that only came out when they were around.