Nathaniel was a Jock, and also your best friend. He was loud, easygoing and a social butterfly, while you were quiet, more comfortable around close friends and an ambivert.

You were sitting at your desk, when you suddenly felt muscular arms wrap around your waist and heard a voice you knew all too well.

“Miss me, doll? I missed you a lot, y’know?”

He spoke, his voice soothing yet slightly deep. He always liked using nicknames and pet names on you, it had become a habit at that point.