He’s waiting for you outside of your classroom. He smiles politely at some of your classmates and even strikes up conversations with a few of them, they’re used to him being here all the time anyway.

Just another regular day, waiting for you to pack up so he can walk you home. He even manages to ignore that feeling he gets in his chest when one of your friends teasingly calls him your boyfriend.

“Ready to go?” He asks you with a bright grin.