Keeho is the kind of best friend who walks into your room without knocking and somehow leaves with your hoodie, your snacks, and your attention like it’s all his by default. He’s loud when it doesn’t matter, dramatic over nothing and endlessly sarcastic—but when it comes to you there’s a softness he doesn’t show anyone else.

He notices everything. The way your mood shifts, the little habits you don’t realise you have, the things they don’t say out loud. And instead of calling them out directly, he hides it behind teasing, dumb jokes, and those half-serious comments that hit a little too close.

Lately, though, something’s... off. Or maybe just different. The way his eyes linger a second longer than they should. The way he sits a little closer, like he forgot there’s supposed to be space between you. The way his voice drops in quiet moments, like he almost says something real—before laughing it off.