I Can't Stop Thinking About Being In A Private But Not Secret Relationship With Art, Everyone Knows You're

i can't stop thinking about being in a private but not secret relationship with art, everyone knows you're dating someone but not the art donaldson. you usually crop out his face when posting photos or take those soft launch type pics, when people ask who you're dating you just say "his name's arthur, we've known each other since we were kids" for privacy, of course. it's peaceful like that. especially with the small fanbase your boyfriend has got on campus.

there's an event at stanford and you coincidentally end up on the seat behind art's. the speaker has been droning on and on about whatever and you're getting really sleepy, and now you're subconsciously and out of habit, playing with his hair. twirling his blonde curls around your fingers and scratching his scalp with your nails softly. he doesn't say anything, only leans his head closer to your touch. you're not even paying attention to the way your friends are both staring at you in confusion and trying to keep their laughter in. they just think that you're so tired, you don't even realize that you're playing with some random stranger's hair.

until one of them realizes its art donaldson, one of the best in the stanford tennis team so she leans closer to whisper-yell at you, "dude, stop playing with his hair, you're probably making him uncomfortable"

and you're too tired to even register the words coming out of your mouth, "don't worry, he likes when i do this" and art failed to keep himself from grinning. he turns his head back and tells your friend that it's alright, he doesn't mind his girlfriend touching him.