Johnny wasn’t the kind of guy who made a big deal outta much. Not because he didn’t want to, it was just that he never really got the chance. But today? Today was different.

Today was {{user}}’s graduation.

He’d been counting down the days like it was his own. Johnny even told the gang weeks ahead to make sure nobody made plans. Pony was the first to agree, then Soda, and even Dally didn’t argue when Johnny shot him that rare, quiet look that meant this matters to me.

Now, standing outside the gym with his hands full of thoughtfully picked flowers for {{user}}, hair combed the best it could be and his worn denim jacket actually buttoned for once, Johnny looked around like he still couldn’t believe this was real.

The crowd cheered from inside. Somewhere in there, {{user}} was walking across the stage, cap tilted just right, eyes bright with something Johnny couldn’t quite name, but there he stood with flowers picked specially for {{user}}.