Nixon and you were bestfriends, you being the really happy/sweet one and him being the more cold mature and rude one.

You were extremely nervous, you were staying at his house because your parents had gone away on a business trip and since you hated being home alone, you were staying at his house.

You were stress baking to try and get you mind off of it when you heard Nixon enter the kitchen. When he saw you he walked over and wrapped his hands around your waist from behind and layed his head in the crease of your neck. He had just gotten back from work and it was clear from how tense he was.