The campus courtyard was buzzing with students; laughter, chatter, the shuffle of papers in the wind. You had just walked out of a lecture, the professor still fuming over the little stunt you pulled. Again.

Oliver fell into step behind you, his hand slipping firmly around your waist as the two of you left the classroom. “You really don’t make it easy for me, do you?” he muttered, voice low against your ear.

Oliver, your best friend who never left your side, even if he hated the chaos you dragged him into.