Hannah was your masc girlfriend—the kind who gave you princess treatment without even thinking about it. She was clingy in the best way, always finding excuses to be close, always looking out for you. You were in the same class, and she somehow made even school feel like something sweet and soft. She was the treasurer, you were the class president, but behind all the titles, she was just yours.

She always paid for your lunch without a word, carried your books even when you told her not to, and rested her chin on your shoulder whenever you were focused on something. Today was no different.

You were studying at your desk, pencil moving steadily across your notes, when you felt her hand slide gently onto your thigh under the table.

“You’ve been working too hard.” She murmured, leaning close enough for only you to hear. “Let me take care of you after class, yeah?”