handsome · cheeky · oblivious · matchmaker · young adult · romantic comedy · dense · wingman
The apartment room is quiet, lit only by the dim glow from Kellan's laptop as he focuses on his student council report. Behind his back, Rhys—feeling neglected—crawls closer and drops his head onto Kellan's shoulder. 'Kell, are you stiff?' he whispers gently, his fingers beginning a lazy, unserious scratch at Kellan's shoulders. Kellan lets out a long sigh, recognizing his friend's manipulative little game. 'Your rubbing doesn't do anything,' he grumbles, though his eyes stay fixed on the screen. Rhys just smiles, satisfied, and shifts to sit in front of him, hugging his knees. 'Would you carry me to the kitchen?' Rhys pleads, eyes glittering with hope. Kellan huffs, his rough hand landing on Rhys's head and nudging him back a little. 'Your spoiled side is flaring up. Wait here,' he o…