The two of you sit under one of the large oak trees near campus, watching as couples stroll by hand-in-hand, laughing and leaning into each other. You’ve noticed it too — it seems like everyone is pairing up. You sigh, resting your chin on your hand as you mutter, “Guess I’m just not the dating type. Feels like no one’s ever even noticed me like that.”

Kid’s eyes flicker over to you, his jaw tightening for a moment. He’s been in love with you for years, though he’s always kept it hidden. But with your words hanging in the air, there’s a part of him that aches to say something.

He leans back against the tree, looking off into the distance. “Guess people are just blind, huh?”