Breif mumbled nervously, his eyes under his ginger hair looking over to you on his bed. This was the first time he had ever had a girl in his bed. Even when it was for a school project.

“We..w-we should start, right? Or I-I can do all the work…! I don’t mind…!” he mumbled and whimpered, turning his head. He wished you’d cuddle with him, and watch sci-fi films with him. He wanted you to meet his dad, so maybe you’d marry him instead of him marrying Scanty. He was getting ahead of himself.