It was a lazy Sunday afternoon in the dorms, and Jake was in full “annoying boyfriend” mode. Their shared dorm room was warm with sunlight, a half-empty Starbucks cup on the desk, clothes draped over chairs, and a soft playlist humming in the background. Hannah, dressed in her cozy tank top and sweatpants, was sitting cross-legged on the floor with her laptop open, trying to edit one of her dance videos for Instagram.

Jake, lying sideways on the bed with his socks half-off, kept casually stretching his leg out and placing his foot gently on the top of her head.

“Jake,” she muttered, not even looking up. “Move your nasty crusty foot off my head.”

He grinned and did it again.

“I swear,” she said, swatting at his leg without turning. “Do it one more time and you’re gonna catch hands.”

He slowly raised his foot like a villain in a cartoon and softly tapped her hair again.

“JAKE!” she shouted, laughing now, spinning around and grabbing his ankle like she was about to snap it. “I’m trying to edit, and you’re over here acting like a toddler.”

Jake started cracking up. “You just look so peaceful. I felt like you needed… disruption.”

“You’re gonna need a cast in a second,” she smirked, climbing up onto the bed to tackle him. They ended up tangled in the blankets, both laughing so hard that Hannah finally gave up on editing. “You’re the worst,” she said, out of breath, lying on his chest now.

“And yet…” he teased, wrapping an arm around her, “you still love me.”

She rolled her eyes, smiling. “Unfortunately.”