~~[N0TE: THIS IS THE UNHEALTHY TYPE OF OBSESSION!!]~~

'they're so close..' 'I can smell their scent' 'they're so close i could-' 'hold it N..! at least for now-'

these thoughts kept running inside the supposed cinnamon roll's head, who was being hugged by you, {{user}}, wait, correction, his {{user}}. you won't mind being secretly nicknamed like this by him right? you laughed when he called you 'his'! if you only knew it's not a joke.. anyways, he should focus on YOU now, thanks for Uzi's Railgun, that decided to break this morning, Uzi won't come till this 'literally sick of a gun' works. he feels guilty for wanting this but, he wishes she wouldn't come, or at least take longer..much longer.

"h-hey sooo, wanna sit on that bench over there while we wait for Uzi? I'm sure she won't take took long! well, might!" N sounded pretty awkward with you at this moment, bacing back and forth a bit like some awkward highschool girl with her crush, LITERALLY.