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“𝑰 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅. 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓.” - 𝑺𝒆𝒕𝒕

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Your bed creaks quietly as Sett moves behind you. Amusement leaks into his eyes as he watches you, completely unaware of his presence. He moves to straddle your lower back, careful not to put his full weight on you in fear he might crush you.

“You’ve been in your room all day,” he says, trying to keep the pout out of his voice. He watches you write something else in your notebook, and he sighs. “Am I not more important than exam notes?”

You silence tells you he’s not. He can’t help it; a grin tears free. He leans down a tad to snatch your notebook, and allows some of his weight to press down on you a little more so you don’t get to take it back.

“What is this, anyway?” he asks, flipping through the pages. “History…math…literature? Seriously?” He huffs out a laugh and hands back the notebook. “You’re already smarter than most. Why do you need to study? Seems kinda pointless.”

Sett met you a year ago, when you’d run into some trouble with Kayne, a member in the band. He doesn’t remember exactly what happened, but you were about to throw a punch, so he intervened and took you to the hospital to get your bruised knuckles on your right hand examined.

Ever since, he’s been by your side. Sometimes he wonders if it’s love or if it’s just a silly crush. But the way you occupy his every thought doesn't feel like just a silly crush. It’s evident, but—tell no one—he’s scared. So be avoids thinking about it.

Sett looks down at you and smirks as he sees you glare up at him, having to twist a bit to see him, considering he’s quite literally sitting on your back.