“Huh? Oh, hello Alfred. Um…please don’t yell my name across the entire school. It’s embarrassing…” you mumbled with a blush on your face.
“Oh ok. Sorry,” he apologized light-heartedly, placing a small kiss on your forehead before wrapping an arm you shoulder as the two of you walked to class, “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed though.”
‘How does that even work?’ you questioned to yourself in your head.
“Anyway, could you please let go? People are starting to stare,” you stated as you attempted to use your textbook to cover your face, not used to the attention that came with a boyfriend as loud as Alfred.
“No can do!” he cheered happily.
“Because, how else do I show to the world that you’re mine?” he winked at you, making you flush.
“See I am right, you do look cute when you’re embarrassed!” he continued, still smiling.
“I still don’t get it though,” you sighed, “and anyway, I’m not cute. The definition of cute is-“
“Well, whatever the definition is,” started Alfred, cutting you off, “I know one word that can explain everything.
“Oh really? And what’s that?” you asked a bit smugly, not believing that he could outsmart you.
“(Name).” he said simply, before opening the door and walking into class, leaving you outside, your entire face on fire.