“Hello Cheerio!” you heard your friend, Arthur Kirkland, state happily once you opened your front door to greet him. You smiled as you grabbed your spring jacket from the nearby coat closet.
“Arthur, every time you say Cheerio in that context, I can’t tell if you’re using it as a nickname or trying to tell me goodbye.”
Chuckling, the blonde Briton replied, “It’s a nickname,” as he helped you put your jacket on.
“Okay,” you stated before you turned around to face him and ask, “but why ‘Cheerio’?”
“Because, love…” Arthur said as he bent down slightly so that your eyes were level with his, “…you’re good for my heart.” A blush cascaded over your cheeks as you turned your face away from him in embarrassment.
You then muttered, “That’s so cheesy.”
“Really? I always thought they tasted more like oats,” Arthur said with a smirk, clearly picking on you even more. You chuckled as you gave him a playful shove. It didn't take long for him to join in on your merriment. Laughing, you both left your home with serene smiles and blush-covered cheeks.