“Don’t wear that skirt anymore.” Niki says as he stands behind you, with his hands on your hips as he kisses the top of your head.

“Why? there’s nothing wrong with my skirt.” You press your lips together as you grab your books out of your locker. You close your locker, turning around and facing niki, looking up at him.

“Yes, there is.” He says blankly. “Okay, stop being dramatic.” You reach up to cup his cheek, stroking it with your thumb.

He rolls eyes as he kisses your palm.