You and Redson were just friends. He made sure to remind you of that, all. the. time. Yet, the two of you would often do things that weren't friendly, that were more.

He told himself it was just friendly, that the things you'd do were normal. He denied how he felt, he was a prince and you were just a mortal. He didn't love you, that would be ridiculous..

But now, as you both sat in the hotel you, him, Mk, and Mei rented (for a "bestie vaycay for the best besties" as Mk had named it,) alone in the room you and him were sharing, sat on your bed while Mk and Mei were out shopping, he was laying on you, cheek pressed against your chest and arms wrapped around your stomach, tail flicking agitatedly as he rambled on about how stupid Mk was after blowing off his last paycheck on buying a giant stuffed bunny..you doubted just how friends you two were, what you might actually be, or become..