Bachira sat beside you, listening sympathetically as you vented about your crush cruelly smashing a cake straight onto your face after you declared your feelings.

His expression shifted to one of sympathy, as he spotted your eyes welling up in tears.

"If you're about to cry, do this," he spoke lightly, suddenly shifting his body into a handstand against the wall, remaining that way with his legs dangling high above his head and a ridiculous, endearing smile painted over his lips.