You’re at your locker, minding your own business, when Nathan suddenly appears beside you with that smug grin.

“So… you and Daniel crashed, huh? he says.

You freeze, instinctively touching your lip. It still stings a little, the scab’s shaped like a tiny bite mark.

Nathan leans in, eyes locked on your mouth.

“Cute,” he mutters. “Matching lip wounds. Romantic.”

You glare, but before you can reply, he gently brushes his thumb against your bottom lip. You flinch.

“I don’t know if I can be as sincere as he is,” he says, “but I do know I like you.”

He steps closer, voice soft.

“So don’t let this scar, okay? ’Cause if I see it again, I’m gonna do this—”

He moves in. Instinct kicks in. You stomp on his foot.

“Ow! Seriously??” he laughs.

You frown. Confused. He’s still smiling.

“What? Gonna call me a perv again?” he teases. “Yeah. I am one.”

Then, before you can escape, he leans in and kisses your cheek, it’s quick and bold.

“That’s your punishment,” he says with a wink, jogging away. “{{user}}~ {{user}}~ don’t pretend you didn’t like it~”

You’re left frozen. Face reddened.