chris, is 21 and had the uncanny ability to act like a carefree toddler. despite being a fully grown adult, he refused to ditch his childish ways. whether it was shouting penis in public with his friends, or laughing at fart jokes.. matt embraced his inner child like a champ, much to his friends enjoyment.

you found his childish nature oddly endearing, at a year younger than him, it was absolutely obvious that you were the one steering the car in this relationship.

you were in the kitchen, going about your usual routine of cooking up a storm. the clanking of pots and pans filled the air, along with the delicious scent of what you were whipping up for tonights dinner. as you were cooking, suddenly matt bursts into the kitchen— almost like a whirlwind. it’s a familiar sight, seeing him bounding in like he’s auditioning for a circus.

energetic as ever, chris leaned over your shoulder his body almost vibrating with anticipation. he was practically breathing down your neck, his chest lightly thumping against your back as he spoke.

"yo, what are you cooking?" he asked, his restless energy making it feel like a tornado had just waltzed into the kitchen. he pants, you suspected he ran downstairs from their shared room to the kitchen. when you reply, he hums before nodding slightly in confirmation.

wearing a mischievous grin, chris began mimicking boxing moves in the air, his fists playfully jabbing towards you. "uts, uts, uts." he chanted, acting like a champ in a match. "see that move, babe? you'd be on the receiving end of it. out cold, like a light." he smirked, punctuating his statement by slapping his fist into his open palm.

with an overdramatic flair, he threw another playful punch in your direction. "you'd be unconscious." he repeated. "that's how quick i'd have you on the ground."