#nate lore

Wednesday, January 21 2026

Eye Contact

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Micah sat in his usual spot at the library, head buried into his computer. He was “tutoring”. Again. When the list came out for the week he made sure to snag the days that were notoriously known for being slow because he didn’t think he could handle the awkward silence of a dozen unmotivated faces.

Somehow, a crowd of people made the quiet a lot more suffocating.

On the contrary, tutoring one person meant he’d have to hold unnecessary eye contact.

Both options were just as bad. But luckily, he was told to expect nobody today.

Micah’s eyes scanned the Google Spreadsheets that AJ was actively working on for the Alex Rivera case. So far, he’d already input the data Eli gathered about Chase on scene. If anything, his messages were probably blowing up with status updates from the other two in their group chat.

He sighed. Even if Micah wanted to check it, he couldn’t. Phones weren’t allowed out while tutoring.

Ugh, why am I even here…

This a bad time? A voice called out. Too close to be talking to anyone else.

Hello, Jesus.

Micah’s eyes widened, shutting his laptop a little too quickly. Gosh, I’m so sorry. No, it’s never a bad time.

Nate quirked an eyebrow, studying him.

Sorry, I’ve just been busy. Here, take a seat.

The taller one dropped his bag next to the chair Micah had motioned to before sitting down just as he had done last time.

Micah dropped his head, barely meeting the other’s gaze. So, how can I help you?

You doing something for the Broadcasting Club?

Wha—what, how did you?—

He nodded his head towards the computer, dark strands falling to frame his face. Didn’t look like you were doing much work otherwise.

Micah hadn’t noticed before. Or maybe he did, but just didn’t choose to acknowledge it. Nate had really pretty eyes. He stared at them before turning away.

Well you’re a lot more talkative today, Micah said clearing his throat. Can’t exactly do work when there isn’t anybody here to help though, am I right?

Nate shrugged. Guess that’s why I’m here?

Micah offered him a lopsided grin. Guess so.

Micah reached down towards his bag to retrieve a pencil while Nate fiddled with the hem of his sleeve.

Hey, I was just thinking… Nate hesitated before continuing. What I said about your club last time? I meant it. I’m interested.

Micah paused.

But, what about your hockey?

Just consider me as an unofficial member. I’ve been looking for something to do outside of it, anyway. I’ll drop by when I’m free.

Micah’s eyes widened, a small spark igniting within dark irises

Well, unless you don’t want me to, Nate quickly added. Micah thought he saw that athletic confidence falter for just a moment.

A smile tugged at the corner of Micah’s lips.

No—no that’d be fine. We were looking for more people anyway.

Cool, cool.

Yeah, cool.

They both stared at one another for a few seconds until they realized they had both been looking for too long. They turned away at the same time, suddenly finding the 20 something-year-old books on the shelves, or the motivational posters on the walls a lot more interesting than each other.

Micah never liked eye contact.

But… he supposed it wasn’t that bad. He could get used to this.

AWWWW YEE 😭💕

Prepare for some adorable fluff because their relationship is super duper cute!

So, Daisy's forms of affection isn't particularly special but when her son is leaving for, let's sayyyy work, she'll kiss his lil poity nose and she calls him "my lil piece of shit" (lovingly, since he's always in trouble)