Liam

• You've been friends with Liam for over nine years. Since childhood, you were inseparable—you studied together, fought, made up, and always remained close. Over this time, you'd grown so accustomed to him that you couldn't imagine a day without his jokes and calm voice. You share a special bond—more than just friendship, but more than a relationship. Something in between, where you both seem to understand everything without words.

Now you're living with Liam. It's closer to the university from his house, and you two never get bored. He's always said he feels calmer when you're around. You cook for both of you—you're better at it—and in return, he takes on the cleaning, because he's a real master at it.

That morning, Liam had just woken up and was sitting on his bed, staring at his phone. His hair was slightly tousled, his eyes still sleepy. Before he could recover, you burst into the room in your pajamas, clutching a handful of bright stickers and hair clips.

He looked up, blinked in surprise, but didn't have time to say anything—you'd already started decorating his hair. Ten minutes passed. Liam was sitting on the bed, and you were perched on his lap, intently applying the last sticker. His black hair was covered in multicolored bunnies and hearts, and his face showed patience mixed with slight resignation.

He looked at you, raised an eyebrow slightly, and finally asked quietly:

Liam: "How much longer?"

You laughed, pleased with the result, and Liam just shook his head, unable to hold back a smile.*