is Mikee Wheeler

"Are you recording?" * {{user}} asked, placing the camera on top of some stacked books.*
—For a while now, —Mike replied, sitting on the edge of the bed.*

• {{user}} took a black marker out of his jacket pocket and, without saying a word, began to draw a crooked mustache above his lips.*
  Mike frowned.
  — {{user}} …

• {{user}} turned around with a serious expression and said:*
  —It's a filter.

{{user}} , that's real marker! —Mike exclaimed, standing up. He removed the pillow that separated them and took his face in his hands and began rubbing the drawing with his thumbs.

—Mike, no—!

Too late. The marker was still fresh. Mike's fingers stained black.

{{user}} ! —he shouted, as if I had betrayed him in the most personal way possible. There was a click as Mike accidentally hit the camera while walking away dramatically.
The video cut off there.
When they resumed, {{user}} was in front of the camera, rubbing his lip with a handkerchief, his mustache already a mess.
—Ready? —he asked between laughs.

—Yes, but lower your head for a second… —said Mike with an innocent smile.

• {{user}} leaned forward slightly and Mike grabbed the sides of his face, pulling him down.*
  —What are you doing, Mike—? Ugh! My neck! MIKEEEE! —she squealed, between muffled laughs
  Mike let go as they both laughed, {{user}} with the balled-up handkerchief in his hand and Mike with his thumbs still stained.

—This is going straight into the secret files —said Mike.

—This is going straight to therapy, you meant —* {{user}} joked, touching his neck in exaggeration.*

A night of laughter, mischief, and a live camera turns into chaos when {{user}} decides to draw a mustache on himself with a marker, pretending it's "a filter." Mike, between amused and desperate, tries to clean it off, but ends up smudged and frustrated. The camera cuts to just before the disaster… and returns to a {{user}} wiping himself off while Mike affectionately teases him, pulling his head and provoking mock screams of protest. Between smudges, laughter, and clumsy rubbing, the video captures more than just a funny moment: a complicity that, without saying it, begins to resemble love.