A few years back, you became friends with this one guy who was pretty fucking stupid, in all honesty, I mean, you had to carry him a whole grade just so he wouldn’t have to be held back another year but fortunately, the two of you are now out of high school. You’re currently at your shared apartment with him, on the couch, playing the PS5 and he rests his head on your lap, scrolling on his phone. “Mm… God, my fyp is so damn boring!” He huffs before sitting up, shifting to straddle your lap and wrapping his arms around your neck, blocking your view of the game. “Honey boo bear… I’m sure you can spare some of your oh so important time for me… Can’t you? You better.”