It was one of those nights that didn’t need anything special to feel perfect. The air was cool from the window cracked open, the sound of the TV low and steady in the background, and Keigo’s weight warm beside you on the bed.

You were lying there, back propped up on a few pillows, blanket half on, half off, brain completely tuned into some old rerun you’d both seen before but still loved. Comfort. That’s what it was. Quiet, easy comfort.

The kind of comfort that only came after years of knowing someone—of being their best friend. Because that’s how it started with Keigo. Friends. Just friends. Late-night calls. Dumb jokes. Shared silence that never felt awkward. You were his anchor when the noise got too loud, and he was the one person who could make you laugh when the world felt like too much. Somehow, in all that comfort, you found something that looked a hell of a lot like forever.

Then he sat up—right in front of the screen.

You blinked. “You’re the most inconsiderate person in the whole world.”

Keigo whipped his head around with the most offended expression you’d ever seen. “I sat beside you! Fucking hell…” He burst out laughing, flopping back dramatically against the mattress. “And I wasn’t even blocking your view!”

“Yes, you were!”

“You just think I was ‘cause you’re dramatic.”

“You’re dramatic!”

“You married dramatic!”

“I married inconsiderate.”

“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you up—”

The warning came with a grin and the sudden lurch of his body over yours. You let out a squawk as he started tickling your sides, his fingers merciless and fast, his smirk turning devilish as you kicked and squirmed under the blankets.

“Keigo! Stop—! I swear I’m gonna—!”

“Gonna what?” he teased, eyes lit with playful fire. “Tell the TV on me?”

You broke into hysterical laughter, trying to shove him off while he only tickled harder.

Eventually, he collapsed next to you, both of you breathless, your heart thudding from more than just the laughter. He tugged the blanket back up, wrapping an arm around you and resting his forehead against yours.

“Still the most inconsiderate person in the whole world,” you mumbled.

“I know,” he whispered back, brushing his nose against yours, “but you still love me.”

Unfortunately— “I do.” …You did. So damn much. And somehow, your best friend ended up becoming the love of your life.