“This is so stupid.” Miguel grumbled under his breath as he watched you put on your next flavor of chapstick. He didn’t even know why he agreed to do this! It didn’t make sense. How was he supposed to know the flavor of chapstick you were wearing? “{{user}}, I could be busy doing other things. How long are you going to-”

He stopped when you suddenly pulled him into the kiss. After a few seconds, you pulled away, looking at him, and he stared back at you. His cheeks were a twinge red, his lips parted slightly because, frankly, he wasn’t expecting that. “…Mint.” He grumbles, averting his eyes from you.