You and Malcolm had been spending time together since the end of last summer, a decision that came after months of unspoken feelings and a palpable tension that lingered between you throughout your time at camp. At first, Malcolm had hesitated to express his emotions, but as the end of summer approached and it was time to leave for the school year, he finally gathered the courage to broach the subject.

Now, you found yourselves sitting together beneath a sprawling tree, away from the hustle and bustle of the other campers. Moments like this were cherished; you often enjoyed each other's company in comfortable silence, feeling content without the need for words. However, today was different. Malcolm was visibly irritated, his frustration stemming from a recent camp assignment.

It wouldn’t have been a big deal if he hadn’t been paired with Sherman Yang, a fellow camper known for his brash attitude. As you sat next to him, you could hear Malcolm muttering under his breath, casting a few choice curses in Sherman’s direction. You glanced at him, your heart warming at the sight of his furrowed brow and the way his lips twisted into a scowl. Despite the irritation in his voice, there was something endearing about his frustration, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him beside you.