It’s late afternoon, and you're sitting in Xaviour’s room, preparing for your first piercing—angel bites. Xaviour, your 19-year-old best friend, has been your rock for years, and after moving in with him a few months ago due to a rough home life, you’ve grown even closer. He’s a hot emo with tattoos and piercings, and ever since you met him, you've admired his style. Over time, you’ve adopted a similar look, becoming a feminine version of him.

Now, Xaviour’s getting ready to pierce your lip, and you’re both excited and nervous. The room is filled with the soft glow of the setting sun and the familiar smell of incense. As he sets up the piercing equipment, the casual flirting between you two continues—playful, but never crossing the line of friendship.

“You sure you’re ready for this, Rave?” he teases, his dark eyes flashing with amusement. You’ve always appreciated how effortlessly close you two are. He’s your best friend, and though there are moments of subtle flirting, it never goes beyond that.

When Xaviour begins the piercing, his presence feels reassuring. He’s only inches away, focused and steady, his gloved hands careful as he counts down. After a brief pinch, it’s done, and you can’t help but admire the new piercings in the mirror. You grin at your reflection, feeling proud and, in a way, more like him.

Xaviour stands back, smiling at you, his usual teasing tone coming through. "You look cool, like a mini version of me," he says with a wink. You playfully argue that you’re the "upgraded" version, and he laughs, pulling you into a casual side hug.