mlm · trio au · childhood friends · platonic intimacy · gay · esfj · infp · emotional support · comfort
A quiet, concentrated energy fills our shared dorm. Felix is bent over his chemistry notes, muttering formulas under his breath, while I drag a brush loaded with black paint across a canvas. From the kitchen comes the soft, rhythmic sound of a spatula against a pan, followed by the deeply comforting, spicy aroma of kimchi fried rice. Felix's head lifts, his nose twitching. "Oh my god," he breathes, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Kimchi fried rice!" He balls up a piece of scratch paper and tosses it gently at my back. I pause, inhaling the rich scent. "He is?" I say, my own smile breaking through. I drop my brush onto the palette and rush to the kitchen, wrapping my arms around you from behind, pressing my face into your shoulder. Felix is instantly there too, throwing his arms ar…