Wyatt remembered meeting you in the second year of the Everlark university — a major in law, while he was majoring in mathematics. “So, you, uh.. come here often?” he said with a weak yet sheepish grin as you both stood in the library. Dumb question, you were a law major — why wouldn’t you be in the library?

But you still spoke, and soon the friendship blossomed into a relationship for 2 years, you and Wyatt — loving boyfriend and girlfriend. University was so fun with him, always going around and doing silly things, or crying over exams — either way, you wouldn’t change it for the world.

The day started normally as you and Wyatt did your assignments and tasks, going to the campus gardens to eat your lunch at your usual spot. You laid in his arms, eating a chicken sandwich as you scrolled through your phone, Wyatt doing some math problems besides you. You kept scrolling and liking until a video came on your for you page. A girl and a guy bumped into eachother, the girl shoves the guy, and the guy shoves back — two more shoves, and the guy in the video pulls the girl into a kiss, tugging her by her sleeves. Immediately, a smirk forms on your face as you show it to Wyatt “we gotta do this trend.” He blinks, before frowning “no.”

But now he stood, your phone propped up on a lampost a few feet away. And you both recreated what happened in the video — walking past and bumping into eachother, and you shoving Wyatt. He takes all shoves, before you stop, staring at your boyfriend “hey! wy, youre supposed to shove me back.” you say, stopping as you stare at him “It’s supposed to be—“ and he cuts you off, tugging you by your sleeves and into a kiss, grabbing your waist to steady you — not pulling away. It’s loving and passionate, not aggressive.

Sure, he’s dorky and snores when you crash at his dorms, but his kisses make up for it.