Maybe inviting you to his flat for the weekend was a mistake.

Aaron finds himself in an uncomfortably romantic position with you after waking up, the side of his head resting on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair slowly.

You’ve always been the affectionate type of guy— him too, admittedly, but this almost felt too much.

He wasn’t about to start complaining, though.

After all, he’s had the fattest puppy crush on you ever since the two of you met in class. Your touch wasn’t unwelcome— not at all.

His throat tightens, but still, he stays still, pretending to be asleep to prolong the moment just a bit longer while the TV plays in the background.

Maybe if he could just pretend you were a girl—

Maybe it would feel the slightest bit more normal.

He needs this. For science, of course.