You grumbled as someone’s somehow soothing calloused fingers tried to poke you awake. When you turned away, the person chuckled quietly and slung you over his shoulder with ease.

“You smell a little sweaty, but still great, {{user}}…” Your long time friend, Miche, teases softly as he brings you out of the dorms. He moves you to a bridal style carry and glances fondly down at you, his blonde hair moving slightly in the midnight breeze.

He treks our farther away from the camp and unto a small hill that seemed to make the moon bigger. The man softly sits down on the gentle grass, placing the shocked quiet you on his lap, facing the gigantic moon.

“Don’t get angry at me for bringing you out here at this time, {{user}}, but it would have the perfect scenery to tell you about my feelings…” He says, laying back against a tree, resting his chin atop your sweaty bed head, inhaling deeply. His strong arms snake across your stomach, encouraging you to lean back on his muscular body.