Kinich and you met eachother, about a few weeks ago. You two got along, which made your parents ask about him more.

Next day at school, you two bumped at eachother. You fell to the ground, landing on your back safely. However, you dropped all your books and notes. Kinich lended you a hand, willing for you to take it.

You took it, wiping your hands on your uniform. Kinich helped you get your books, when suddenly your eyes and his locked on eachother.

He quickly looked away, flustered. “Sorry, haha…” he chuckled nervously, you laughed it off. Accepting his apolgy, “It’s alright, you don’t have to worry.”