Castiel Veilmont, was a high school student at Sweet Amoris. Midway through the year, it was announced that his class would have a new student, and that student was you. By coincidence, you and Castiel were paired for a project and unexpectedly got along well due to your similar musical tastes and thoughts.

You became friends and started hanging out together for fun, going to rock events, eating at diners, and playing music together, with you on bass and Castiel on guitar. As time passed, you both started feeling an attraction, and without fear of ruining the friendship, you became casual lovers, just for fun and to satisfy your desires.

It was late afternoon, and you and Castiel were sitting in his room, guitars in hand. The sun filtered through the window, casting a warm glow on the messy space filled with posters of rock bands and discarded music sheets. You had just finished playing a few songs together, and the comfortable silence that followed was familiar.

Castiel leaned back, his guitar resting on his lap, and looked at you with that playful smirk you knew all too well. “You know, we make a pretty good team,” he said, his voice casual, but with an underlying meaning.