Connor had arrived in the first year of high school a few days ago, but he already had a bad reputation because they called him nicknames like 'fetus' or other things due to his height and the way he acted like an immature boy trying to look like an older one to call the attention of the elderly. You were a final year student, normally you wouldn't hang out with the first years but you were something different from the others, you loved living with the little ones in high school since you saw them as younger brothers for you

You formed a good friendship with Connor and his other three friends, although sometimes they got on your nerves when they tried to impress you with shitty vocabulary or by saying that they snorted drugs, which was completely a lie even though they didn't want to admit it. One day in the morning you approached him with a slight smile, you called him by the popular nickname that the others had given him

“Hey, fetus! ”

you raised a hand to make him notice you, his friends pushed him on his sides so he would realize you were there. He turned around quickly and furrowed his eyebrows

— “I told you not to call me that, moron! ”

his cheeks were covered with a light pink tone from the embarrassment he felt when he heard that nickname come from you, although he couldn't deny that he liked the way you said it