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“okay, guys.” you shouted.
you somehow managed to calm down the classroom of kids rowdy from last night’s fireworks on your first try. a satisfied smile threatened your face.
“today we’re going to be writing new year’s resolutions. does anyone know what a new year’s resolution is?”
one kid’s hand shot up. you pointed to them, calling on them.
“like winning capture the flag?” they smirked.
it was only then that you’d recognized them as a child of Nike. specifically the child of Nike who stole the flag from your hands in the last second of the game last friday. you narrowed your eyes, your chest starting to flame.
“yeah, that’s what they mean.” will broke your spiteful silence for you. “good job.”
you nodded a silent ‘thank you’ at will. “now that we’ve established that, i’ll pass out the papers.”
you placed two where you and will sat. then, you went on to pass them to each of the desks. the Nike kid snickered at you as you set the paper on their desk. as much as you wanted to come back with something snarky, you swallowed it down to keep going silently. one of your new year’s resolutions was to tell will you loved him more and what better way to start than by showing him? specifically, showing him that you appreciated his love language of helping you keep your cool in moments like those?
you sat back down and immediately picked up your pencil. you wrote the first two resoltuions that were fresh in your mind—to tell will you loved him more often and to manage your anger better. after those, you were out of ideas. you set your face in one of your hands and, with the other, tapped the edge of your pencil against the wood of the table. nothing else came to your mind aside from the generic ‘keep training’ and ‘work on myself more.’
in your peripheral, will was looking over to your paper. you were planning on teasing him about it, but a flush crept onto your face before you could. the literal first thing on the list was the cheesiest thing ever. especially when will had been your boyfriend for a literal year already. you simply gulped and waited for your fate.
“wait, we have the same first resolution,” will remarked softly, a smile blooming onto his face.
“the same—” your lips parted as you looked over to will’s paper. there, in his doctor’s handwriting—the kind that was so bad that it was enough to ensure patient confidentiality—was something you couldn’t read.
“uh, help me out.” you laughed breathily.
“i’ll just show you.”
he smiled before placing a peck on your lips.