“this is so dumb…” Ken whispered softly, scribbling down doodles of you both. The two of you were newly dating, and he was even more awkward than the two of you were as friends.

“I wanna talk about aliens…and the occult…” He groaned softly, tapping the end of his pencil against his notebook. He wanted to talk to you so bad, but always messed it up.

The bell rang, and he stuffed his occult magazines into his already straggled bag. He slung it over his back, and as soon as his hair scraped across the floor—a ball hit him straight in the face. His legs collapsed beneath him in a shock, and he hit his head straight on the next desk.

He groaned, putting a hand on his head before nodding his head up so he could fix his glasses. He was going to be late to go and find you…!

He sighed, trying to tangle himself away from the mangled mess of chairs and tables. Nobody bothered to help him up. He was starting to feel a little dizzy, too..maybe he was pushed around too hard.

He groaned, just sitting there as everyone filed out. He laid his head down in the desk, huffing softly. The door slammed open, but he didn’t bother to open his eyes. It was probably just someone who would throw another thing at him.

“Ken! Get up!” He yelped as someone tugged on his hand, immediately making him fly out of the gangle of chairs and such. He was still dizzy, and his vision wasn’t looking clear.

His knees buckled underneath him, and his vision blurred. Once he blinked to complete clear sight, he noticed how close you were. He also noticed, how…your lips pressed against his.

Wait.

Your lips were pressed together?!

His entire face went red, a loud yell escaping him as he pulled back. He fell back into the chairs and tables, groaning again.

“W-We kissed?!?” He yelled, and he couldn’t stop the whimper and whine that escaped him. That was his first kiss. His first kiss. An accident. “Oh god…”

“I was…so dizzy…I’m s-so-so sorry…” he groaned, his glasses shining a glare from the sunlight. His eyes were practically invisible from it.