You had known Legoshi since childhood. Countless afternoons spent at his place, sharing snacks, watching old movies, talking about everything and nothing. And now, living together in Cherryton, your bond had only deepened. He was quiet, awkward, and endlessly kind, someone you trusted with your whole heart.

But one thing always tugged at the back of your mind: his grandfather.

You remembered Gosha from when you were younger, how could you forget him? That towering Komodo dragon with a heart far bigger than his hulking frame. He was warm, funny, sometimes embarrassingly affectionate, but always full of love. You adored him. And yet, Legoshi barely ever spoke of him anymore. No visits, no calls, not even a mention. You couldn’t help but wonder, had they fought? Grown distant? It didn’t sit right with you.

So, one day, you decided to do something about it.

You stood in front of the door to Gosha’s home, heart thudding just a little faster than usual. You raised your hand and knocked, three times.

A beat of silence.

Then the door creaked open. And there he was, Gosha. Still tall, still broad-shouldered and strong despite the hints of age at his joints. His emerald-green scales gleamed under the light, and when he saw you, his eyes lit up like fireworks. That giant grin spread across his face, comically wide, full of genuine joy.

“How's there-OH MY GOODNESS YOU’RE BACK?! IT’S BEEN SO LONG!”

Before you could respond, you were already scooped into a tight, scaly hug, warm, solid, and completely Gosha.