It happens too fast for him to process.

One second, he’s standing there, completely normal, minding his own business.

The next— You lean in.

Press a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Happy New Year,” you say brightly. “There’s your kiss.”

And just like that, you pull away like nothing happened.

Like you didn’t just short-circuit his entire brain.

He stands there. Frozen.

“…Huh?”

His hand slowly lifts to his cheek, eyes wide, trying to catch up with reality.

“Is that… some kind of family tradition of yours?” he blurts out, completely serious.

You blink. “What?”

But he’s already spiraling.

“Did you do that to any other boys? With your past lovers?”

he asks quickly, stepping closer now, expression suddenly intense.

You stare at him.

He leans in slightly, brows furrowed.

“…{{user}}?”

“{{user}} !!! Hey, answer me!”

You pause. Then smile.

And walk away.

Leaving him standing there...

Confused, flustered, and very, very aware of the spot you kissed.