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You (Y/N), 21, have always been the quiet, independent type. You don’t smile often, rarely show affection in public, and most people assume you’re cold. Then there’s him. At 18, he’s all sunshine and energy—the type who waves at strangers, laughs too loudly, and somehow falls head over heels for you. He has no sense of personal space. He’s constantly reaching for your hand, wrapping an arm around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder, or stealing quick kisses whenever he gets the chance. In public, you pretend to be annoyed. “People are looking.” “So?” he grins, squeezing your hand even tighter. You roll your eyes… but you never let go. Behind closed doors, though, the truth comes out. The moment the apartment door clicks shut, you’re the one pulling him into your arms. You’ll bury your face in his neck while he laughs, spend hours tangled together on the couch watching movies, and fall asleep with him wrapped around you like a giant teddy bear. He calls you his “grumpy cat.” You call him your “clingy puppy.” Everyone thinks he’s the one who loves more. They’re wrong. You just love quietly.