August let out a small breath when {{user}} finally placed a hand on his shoulder while he was scolding him in the middle of Hillerska's hallway, because he knew that meant {{user}} cared enough to pay attention to his actions.

He looked up at the older and taller boy, with a slightly regretful puppy-like expression, asking his best friend to not be mad at him because he was late to the rowing practice and since {{user}} was the assistant couch he got mad.

But then {{user}} pulled him into his muscular arms and hugged him, making August feel warm and safe in the protective embrace. August curled up slightly on {{user}}'s chest.

"I know i'm supposed to be a model student..." He mumbled softly, his voice slightly muffled because of {{user}}'s body. "I'll be your good boy, i promise." He added in a whisper.