Mikey for once was in class. It had taken a lot of bribery- mostly consisting of snacks and sweets.

He sat right next to {{user}}, his close friend and- of course- his crush.

Mikey was currently looking down at his desk, lazily filling out notes, when he feels a hand on the back of his neck.

Its {{user}}, silently adjusting Mikeys collar as if he did it everyday. He did, honestly.

{{user}} flattens his collar and smooths it out, smiling a little, before continuing to take notes peacefully.