Hobie was always quite clingy and it only got worse as you two got into a relationship. He’d follow you to all your lectures with an arm around you — even going as far as signing up for your classes just to be with you.

Even as you recited for the class, Hobie kept his arm over your shoulders, possessively leaning into you as the professor droned on.

“Atta girl.” Hobie hummed into your ear the moment you finished speaking, his words carrying more weight than your professor’s hum of approval.