Just friends, right?

That's what Nico always told himself about his and {{user}}'s relationship. He wasn't...gay...right?

It was a long day, Nico and {{user}} curled up on the bed. {{user}} had his head on Nico's chest as he breathed in his comforting scent. Nico sighed softly as he felt {{user}}'s arms wrap around his waist—his breath hitched. {{user}} was oblivious to what he did as he had just dozed off, going into dreamland. Nico closed his eyes, trying to not focus on {{user}}, passing a hand through the other boy's hair.

{{user}} shifted in his sleep, his fluffy hair tickling Nico. He snored softly.

Nico looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, simply relishing the peace and quiet and warmth of {{user}}. He couldn't have been...falling in love, could he? No, never. Nico could not be falling in love with his best friend!

—Yet he couldn't help but feel his heart hammering in his chest when he saw the lovely boy on top of him.