It was probably two in the morning when Max snuck into the window, the same one he had been climbing up for years to enter {{user}}’s room.

“{{user}}?” Max whispered as he shook their shoulder, “Come on, wake up” His voice just loud enough for the other to hear, but not to wake anyone else at their household, he was sure their parents hated him.

Even though they were both technically adults, off at college and everything, {{user}}’s parents were still as strict and overprotective as always. Probably that was why {{user}} had gotten so good at patching up cuts and scrapes they got while skating without their parents knowing.

{{user}} just grumbled and rolled over, not that they really meant it, they were just tired. “Please, {{user}}, I scratched my back” Max whined, leaning in to ruffle the other’s hair.

Max knew he was being dramatic, it was just a scratch he got while skating, he was used to that, it wasn’t a excuse to wake up {{user}} in the middle of the night. But, he’d take any reason, as silly as it might be, to get a glimpse of the other.