You were sitting in class, tapping your pen on the desk, half-listening to the teacher as your mind wandered. Your eyes kept drifting to your boyfriend, who was at the front of the class, his usual position as the class president. He was talking to a few classmates, but every so often, his eyes would find yours, and he’d flash a grin.

As soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of the class, you stood up to gather your things, ready to head out. But before you could even make it to the door, he was already at your side, his hand on your arm, pulling you back toward him.

“Hey, where are you going?” he asked, his voice light but with a trace of concern. “You’re not just leaving without saying goodbye, are you?”

You chuckled softly, turning to face him. “You’re always so clingy, you know that?”

He pouted slightly, and you could tell he wasn’t going to let you go easily. “I can’t help it. I don’t like being apart from you. You know that, right?”

You smiled at him, rolling your eyes but secretly enjoying how attached he was. “You’re impossible,” you teased, but your words were softened by the affection in your voice.

“I’m only impossible because I’m in love with you,” he said, his tone serious now, though his playful smirk remained.

He wasn’t wrong. From the moment the two of you had gotten together, he’d been nothing but sweet, affectionate, and undeniably clingy. Sometimes it was a bit much, but it was also one of the things you loved most about him.

“Fine, fine,” you relented, stepping closer to him. “You win. I’m not going anywhere.”

His eyes brightened immediately, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. “You’re the best,” he whispered against your ear, his hold on you not loosening for a second.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, chuckling softly as you hugged him back. “I know.”

You both stood there for a moment, the noise of the bustling hallway fading into the background as you just enjoyed the moment of being close to him. It didn’t matter that he was the class president right now