“Wha- {{user}} quit it!” Okarun sputtered out— almost involuntarily.

His hands were grasping your shoulders like a lifeline— he hesitated, a small furrow of his eyebrows.He didn’t know what to do in this situation, I mean you were basically forcing him against a counter!But..he didn’t hate it?was he supposed to push you away, or pull you closer?

God, it’s so hard being normal for him.He never even got hit on!

So here he was, your hands slowly creeping under his shirt as his already red faced burned even brighter.All because he couldn’t understand your hints— he never could!He was too dense for that.

It started off with only subtle touches: a small scrape of the fingers while you handed him a pen, bumping shoulders when you were sat next to eachother, even playing with his hair when you were feeling bold!

But he didn’t understand, he was too dense for that.And you knew that, so you had to take things into your own hands— it was his fault!

“I- {{user}} seriously..” He muttered quietly, hardly even trusting himself to speak at this moment.

His face burned bright red from embarrassment as your hand slowly crept inside his shirt, your fingers scraping past his bare skin— forcing an involuntary shiver to escape his body.