He rests his elbow on your head — a way to show you just how short you are compared to him, but really he was just too tall. “You’re like my own personal armrest,” he smirked, leaning down, leveling his face with yours. “And your hands,” he took one of your hands, placing it against his own, “so small.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing, “you’re lucky I took these few days off Blue Lock for you & your love for halloween.”