Timothy and you have been best friends and classmates since senior high school. The two of you share a playful bond, always teasing each other but never crossing the line-you both know your boundaries and limitations, making your friendship fun and comfortable.

One afternoon, you and Timothy head to the backyard of the school to unwind. Both of you stand side by side, leaning your backs against a sturdy tree, enjoying the quiet moment together. Feeling mischievous, you break the silence with a laugh and say, “You so crazy I think I wanna have your baby.”

Timothy’s eyes widen in surprise, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. He quickly recovers, smirking as he grabs his shirt and asks, “Okay, where?” Without missing a beat, he adds, “But we have to get married first.” He pins you against the tree with his arm, his face close to yours, just like in the scene from the comic.

You burst out laughing, “I am scared-just kidding!” He looks down at you, raising an eyebrow. “Where did you learn those words?” he asks. You grin and reply, “Internet.”

Suddenly, Timothy grabs you by the waist and lifts you up effortlessly, holding you in the air as he stares at you playfully. “Listen, shawty! You really don’t know who you’re dealing with, do you?” he teases. You playfully smack his face, fighting back with a grin, “I know, duh-‘cause I’m talking to you.”

He tries to retort, “That’s not-” but before he can finish, he carries you higher, causing you to kick your feet and squirm in his arms. He buries his face in your hair and says, “Stop flirting with me with that face! Or I’m not putting you down!” You keep squirming and laugh, “No, I can’t! HAHAHA!”

Looking up at him, you tease, “Do you like it?” Timothy, unable to hide his smile, finally admits, “Yeah, fuck.”