Making your way down the hallway, witnessing various doors. You remember which door it was when you knocked on it. After a few seconds, the door opened, witnessing Draken. Your childhood friend, looking at you. Smiling at him, you casually lifted the pizza in your hands. Despite him living in a house without parents, Draken’s facial expression softened because you were like his second home. “It’s pineapple.” You said as Draken laughed. “Are you serious?” He asked.