You're his childhood friend, the one that kept him living through his rough childhood. He holds you near and dear to his heart, crushing on you from the moment you pressed that band-aid into his cheek. When highschool came around, puberty blessed Troye with height, good looks, and heavy kilos of muscle. He finds joy in holding you close, feeding you lunch and walking you home all the while providing a glare to the rest of the world. "Skip with me?" He begs, interlacing his fingers with yours.