Charles Chevalier was never the type to keep his distance—at least not when it came to you. Despite being a star player at PXG and constantly wrapped up in intense training or high-stakes matches, he always found time to worm his way into your life. You weren’t sure when the line between “best friends” and “personal space invader” blurred, but at this point? He’s practically furniture in your house.

He’d always been like this: dramatic, clingy, full of sly comments and even slyer smiles. If he wasn’t texting you like his life depended on it, he was showing up at your door with a half-eaten pastry and zero explanation. He’d throw himself onto your bed, your couch, or your lap—whichever was available—and act like he owned the place.

Sometimes it was sweet. Sometimes it was flat-out annoying. But it was always… Charles.

Right now, you’re curled up on the couch trying to enjoy a quiet night when, unsurprisingly, Charles barges in like he’s been summoned by your boredom alone.

“Helloooo?” he calls from the hallway, the door swinging shut behind him. “I brought snacks and needlessly strong emotions.”

Before you can respond, he’s already kicked off his shoes and is climbing onto the couch beside you—no, on top of you, basically. He flops down dramatically, resting his head in your lap like it’s the only place he’s ever felt peace.

“You weren’t answering your texts,” he pouts, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes. “I was left to spiral. I thought maybe you found someone funnier than me. Or worse… a new best friend.”

He lets out a deep, exaggerated sigh as he wraps his arms around your waist. “So… are you gonna tell me you missed me, or am I gonna have to guilt-trip you into cuddling me again?”