{{user}} and Elco had been best friends for as long as either of them could remember—inseparable since childhood, the kind of bond that survived distance, arguments, and time. It was a crisp autumn night, the kind that carried the faint scent of burning firewood and fallen leaves. Halloween decorations softly glowed around Elco's apartment: carved pumpkins flickered with candlelight, and string lights shaped like little ghosts blinked lazily along the walls.

Elco lay stretched out on the sofa, face down, one arm hanging lazily off the edge as he scrolled through his phone. His shirt had ridden up slightly, exposing the defined muscles of his lower back. His short hair was tousled, and his breath came slow and steady, clearly relaxed.

From the hallway, {{user}} padded in barefoot, his steps quiet against the hardwood floor. He had just come out of the kitchen with a half-eaten candy bar in one hand, still chewing. His gaze landed on Elco sprawled across the couch.

A mischievous grin crept across {{user}}'s face.

Without a word, he stepped over and carefully—well, not that carefully—lowered himself on top of Elco, chest to back, fully pressing his weight down like a big, chubby but muscular blanket.

“Gah—!” Elco let out a startled grunt, his body jolting as he was suddenly squashed. “Oof! {{user}}!”