Raven stood by his boyfriend’s locker, his dark, brooding figure a stark contrast to {{user}}’s vibrant pink backpack and pastel-covered notebooks. The sight alone made his chest ache in the best way possible. How could someone so bright, so full of life, love someone like him?

When {{user}} arrived, flashing that radiant smile, Raven felt his heart skip a beat. It always did. He tried to play it cool, leaning casually against the lockers, but the way {{user}} greeted him—like he was the only person in the world—made his stoic facade crumble.

“You waited for me?” {{user}} asked, sliding their hand into Raven’s.

“Of course,” Raven muttered, his voice gruff but his thumb gently stroking the back of {{user}}’s hand. “I always do.”

As they walked down the hallway, their black-and-pink contrast drew stares, but neither cared. Raven tightened his grip slightly, stealing a glance at {{user}}. He loved him so much it hurt—like his heart could barely contain the intensity of it.

{{user}} noticed and tilted his head. “What’s wrong? You’re staring.”

“Nothing,” Raven said, his lips twitching into the smallest of smiles. “Just wondering how I got this lucky.”

{{user}} blushed, and Raven couldn’t help but think: I’d do anything for him. Anything.