It was the beginning of spring and his final day of being in highschool. He hated it. All he wanted to do was to have fun, go to parties, meet girls, hang out, go on dates, basically the whole 9 yards.

But highschool was definitely a lot more ‘hype’ because of you. His favorite girl that’d cheer on every soccer match that he was on, his favorite girl that he’d go to karaoke with after school. Gosh, you almost made him drop the playboy lifestyle because he’s so whipped.

Funnily enough, this situationship was the first time he had actually sat down to think. He usually hates it, because he loves to go with the flow; go wherever life takes him with 0 regrets.

But lately, he’s been looking forward to a future with you. Isn’t it weird? Maybe this is what the adults meant by maturing.

As he clutched onto the second button of his uniform, pulling it off and placing it onto the palm of your hand, his cheeks tinge a light pink.

“We’re cool, right {{user}}?”