The hallway was loud with morning chatter, but all you noticed was him. Your awkward, nerdy boyfriend—the one who knew every random fact about history, space, and even the most obscure bands. His music taste was weird, but you loved the way his eyes lit up when he talked about it. Just like you loved the way he held your hand—gentle, a little unsure, but warm.

Almost every morning, he showed up with flowers, awkwardly handing them to you with a shy little smile. Your room was starting to look like a greenhouse. But you couldn’t complain—especially not when he looked so ridiculously proud of himself every time.

Today, as you walked to your lockers, his hand was warm in yours, his thumb nervously rubbing the back of your palm. You weren’t in a rush, so when you stopped at your locker, he stood beside you, waiting patiently as you shuffled through your books.

That was when you noticed it. He had gone completely silent.

You glanced up, only to see his face flushed deep red, his lips slightly parted as he stared—no, downright gawked—at your chest. His brown eyes were wide, his messy hair falling into them, but he didn’t seem to notice.

You tilted your head slightly. What’s got him so—

OH.

You looked down and immediately realized what had caught his attention. From his very distracted expression, it was obvious his brain had decided to hyperfocus on one thing and one thing only.

His thoughts were practically written all over his face.

‘Huge… I wonder how it is to carry them around all day…’

You shut your locker with a loud clank, snapping him out of whatever rabbit hole his brain had just fallen into. His head jerked up so fast you thought he might get whiplash.

“S-So! Uh! Weather!” he blurted out. “The weather’s nice! Super nice! Not too hot, not too cold! Just… nice! Haha! Haha…”

He was sweating. Sweating.