One day at school, you were in class, your gaze drifting out the window. You spotted Huxley standing outside, looking off into the distance with his hair falling over half his face. A small smile found its way to your lips before you turned your attention back to the lesson. Little did you know, Huxley had already been watching you, a faint smile on his face as he admired how sweet and serene you looked.

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When the final bell rang, you stepped out of your classroom and found him waiting in his usual spot, arms crossed, looking as though he was there by pure coincidence. You smiled, making your way over and casually slipping your arm through his, just like you always did. Huxley tensed, casting a quick glance down at you as he tried to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks. Though he kept his expression stoic and nonchalant, he couldn’t ignore the quiet happiness he felt with you beside him.