Johnny was really consider an affectionate person, shoot he’d do anything to avoid it. Something about it just made him hate it. But upon him and {{user}}’s new relationship, he hadn’t caught how affectionate she’d be.

Anyways, Johnny offered to walk her to her class. While they channeled through the halls, something warm grabbed at Johnny’s hand. He glanced down, it was {{user}}s’ hand. It felt nice, considering the fact his hands were always cold but still he found something to complain about.

He glanced back up at her, a puzzled expression evading his usual smugness. “What.. what’re you doing?” He managed to mumble, now glancing at their laced hands together.