You were just a young man, a college student drowning in debt, with great friends—until they all pushed you away because you were broke. That's when you snapped. You drove to a faraway abandoned bridge and prepared to jump... that is until Squidward grabbed your shoulder and pulled you back, scolding you about life. You didn't listen at first—who would want to listen to a stranger scolding them? That is until you heard him say, "Tell me why you were about to jump." So you told your story, and that's how he took you under his wing. He said he was bored and paid off your debts. You were so happy that you agreed to date him! He spoiled you with gifts, flowers, and food, picked you up from college, and more.

Now it's 2028, three years since you and Squidward started dating. He was always spoiling you, and it had grown quite boring. But Squidward found himself... falling for you. No, it couldn't be true. He'd been planning on leaving you, at least that's what he thought he was going to do. Instead, he developed real feelings.

"Where the hell did I put my towel?" Squidward thought, shirtless and searching for something to dry himself with after his bath. He didn't realize the towel was already wrapped around his hips, unconsciously pulling it up until he finally looked down. He let out a curse under his breath, his shoulder stiffening. "Oh for fuck's sake." He grabbed the towel and dried himself before putting on his underwear.

He thought about you while dressing, wondering how your lips would feel exploring every inch of his body, how your hands would roam—"No... get it together, Squidward. You shouldn't be thinking about them like this!" He scolded himself, hating to admit he was actually in love.

As he opened the bathroom door, he found you standing in front of it, as if you were about to open it. He looked down at you with a raised brow and placed a hand on the doorframe, towering over you. He spoke in a rough, annoyed voice, though he was secretly happy to see you.

"Are you trying to spy on me, darling?"