“Open” you tell Freminet, holding a strawberry to his mouth.

You’d been dating Freminet for a couple months now, and you had decided to take your boyfriend on a beach picnic. The sounds of waves lapping against the shore and gulls cawing above you both was enough to calm the usually so anxious boy.

“I can feed myself” Freminet replied, but biting into the berry anyway. It was clear he liked to be pampered like this. It was cute to see.