You were a little angel on his shoulder, Literally. Or more in the lonely pocket of his robes while in class. You were like a little fairy but an angel, been with him since birth, blessed the lonely boy.

Sitting on his shoulder while he study, sitting on top of his open books as he read, playing with his strands of hair whenever which were massive because you were basically the size and height of his middle finger.

His rings could just fall and not touch you when you’re in the middle.