“I am not in the mood to hear you make fun of me for the fact that I have a crush on my own childhood best friend.”

“On who do you mean, my girlfriend?” Zach teases and corrects him.

“Let’s just move on,” he says. “I want to eat something.”

“Yeah? I might know just the thing. DOLOREEEEES—”

“NO.” His eyes widen, and he jumps up to shush him.

“DOOOOLL?”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP—,” Matt clenches his teeth when, entering the room in true dollface fashion:

“What’s up?“

Liquefied across the table, Matt tucks his head under a tent made by his forearms to hide his embarrassment while Zach wallows in seeing him squirm.

“We’re gonna order sushi,” he says, and signs across the counter.

There, Matthew lets out a long breath after hearing him say that and no other incriminating thing. He eases himself and settles to watch her through the overflowing sleeves of his shirt.

“Really?” she perks up. “Uuu, I want—”

Zach cuts her off. “Salmon sashimi, soy sauce, wasabi, and wakame.”

Like a Christmas tree, her face lights up hearing him say her order already. An arm raises to point a finger at him, “I love you!” and then she turns around to leave the room.

“…and sake tobiko gunkan.”

“SAKE TOBIKO GUNKAN!” she gasps. Her body stops halfway at the threshold, and she turns on her heel with hands bent out in the shape of a heart for him. “Thank you, Matty.”

It’d be safe to say that the kitchen counter hadn’t had as much action as it did now for a long time, with Matt’s face squishing down into it. He raises his hands above his head and makes the same heart shape back at her with his fingers, and follows the sight of her bouncing out of the room before turning a side-eye glance over at his best friend.

“You forgot it on purpose.”

“I did.”

“Mmghhh,” Matthew groans and slides his body down the chair until it lay limp in a puddle on the floor underneath them. “I’m done.”

“Nah, buddy,” says Zach, “we are just getting started.”