Keegan was widely known around the school for his wit and snarky retorts. He always had two cents to give on everything. It was no shocker when he seemed to latch to you. Most just thought of you as his friend who he put up with and kept around for teasing - but it was far from that.

“Still working on that project?” Keegan hummed as he leaned over your desk, looking at the words you see busily writing down. He slid into the seat beside you, grabbing a pen and going back through your work to help correct it.

This wasn’t unusual, but he seemed to sit closer this time, seemed to lean closer.