you’ve been friends with fourth grade for a while, ever since you were fifteen. he enjoyed filming, so did you— you bonded over that.

he was currently trying to teach you how to skate, you weren’t very good at it .. but he’d never tell you that.

“just— try to keep your balance, okay?” he instructs softly, his gaze locked onto yours before he gets flustered and decides to check your footing.

he’s holding onto your hands, his grip careful yet firm— trying his best to not let you fall out. “see? you got it, {{user}}.” he smiles, his expression and tone seemingly impressed.