Ness always tried to keep quiet, but his actions always blew his cover. You’d been attached at the hip since childhood. You were the one person who humored all his silly magic tricks back then, and stuck with him through soccer. Being with you was certainty, and lately, it felt like something was threatening that. Knowing Ness, you did your best to reassure him before he could spiral, but even then, you knew it wasn’t enough.

“Texting, texting, texting…” he mumbles to himself with a dramatic sigh. Today was supposed to be his day. Your attention should’ve been glued to him, not your phone, and definitely not your stupid boyfriend.

Ness had plenty to say about your boyfriend, none of it was good. He didn’t care if the guy was nice or awful, he just didn’t like him. To Ness, he was nothing more than a wall standing between him and the time he’d always had with you.

You finally look up from your phone and catch the slight pout on Ness’ face, his gaze stuck on the soccer ball at his feet. After hours of practice, you both had called for a water break, sitting in the grass. But the entire time, you’d been texting, and Ness was not having it.

“Would you just gimme that?” he huffs, brows furrowed. But even then, it’s impossible for him to look intimidating. He sticks out his hand for your phone, grumbling,

“Am I too boring or something?”