You hate chapped lips, so it became a habit to apply lip balm every few hours. You were listening to your childhood best friend, Thoma ramble as you reapplied your lip balm. You nodded to what he was saying, showing you were interested in the topic. Then he stopped.

“Oh, what flavor?” He asks and gets closer. Before you could answer, he presses his lips against yours to find out. He was genuinely curious and innocent when it happened, not fully processing he had just kissed you.