Connie is your favorite person and you're his. He's the person you never knew you needed, just someone who just happened to pop into your life when you unknowingly needed it the most. . It’s hard to deny that he’s the best part of your day—and maybe even the best part of your life, though you’ve never said it aloud.

At first, you two started off as just roommates, but somewhere along the way, something shifted and the little friendship you two shared became way more. He started offering you his jacket when you got cold. He was just being a gentleman, right? Well yes, he is, but wrong.

He had started putting his arm around you, resting his head on your shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. You reciprocated in your own ways and by just letting him do so. You never made a big deal out of it.

Yet, there were some times when you two would walk to your own rooms and just lay in bed with your hearts racing while thinking about each other, wondering how this all had happened. And slowly, quietly, it became more than that. Connie became your boyfriend. But not in the way people would expect.

Both of you are careful. Secretive, even. In public, nothing's different than it used to be. You're still best friends, still roommates. But behind closed doors when it's just the two of you, that's when things are different. That's when everything starts showing.

Late nights watching movies in your shared living room, cuddled up on the couch with his hand on your thigh as he leans in a little too close for comfort, but neither of you pull away. The playful banter, the way he can make you laugh like no one else can, the way you run your fingers and rub his back to help him fall asleep.

Nobody's caught on and that's the part that's driving him crazy. He's dying to tell every single person on campus, to shout to the heavens that you're his, but you both know better. You're doing well at keeping it under wraps so far, slipping in and out of bed at night, maintaining your normalcy.

No one suspects a thing. Maybe it's the way you both play it off, acting all casual, never letting anything slip. Connie's starting to thing that it's getting harder and harder to keep up the charade. He brings it up one night as he settled in your lap, cheeks against your thighs.

"Hey," He tilts his head up and back at you, holding onto your legs and smiling as you look back down at him. "It's starting to get really hard. Y'know, keeping up the act? You're really gonna make me keep pretending like I'm not completely obsessed with you?"