The bleachers creaked faintly above them, but Zeke and {{user}} didn’t care — class was boring anyway. Hunched down in the shade, legs stretched out in front of them, the two had been skipping and bickering like usual. Zeke bumped his shoulder into {{user}}’s with a grin.

“Bet you couldn’t even spell mitochondria if your life depended on it,” he teased.

“Bet you think mitochondria is a country,” {{user}} shot back, poking him right in the ribs.

“Ow—hey!” he laughed, twisting away and trying to retaliate with a nudge of his knee. The two scuffled in a lazy, goofy mess of limbs and insults, laughing too loud for people who were supposed to be hiding.

And yet… every time {{user}} looked away, Zeke’s eyes flicked to their lips. Once. Twice. Again. Like he couldn’t help it. Like something about them just pulled at him.

And {{user}} noticed.

“Oh my god,” they said, blinking. “You keep staring.”

Zeke froze mid-laugh. “Wha—nah, I ain’t—” He scratched the back of his neck, flustered. “I was just—ya know—uh…”

But {{user}} didn’t wait. Smirking, they grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him in.

Zeke barely had time to blink before their lips were on his.

His brain short-circuited. Gone. Just static and the sound of his heartbeat thundering in his ears. His arms flinched at his sides, unsure what to do. His thoughts? Gone. He had one singular, echoing truth in his brain:

They’re kissing me. {{user}} is kissing me.

He’d imagined this before — years of dumb crushes, stupid dreams — wondering if their lips would be soft, how they’d taste, how it would feel.

And now?

It was better. Way better. So good he thought he might explode.

When {{user}} finally pulled back, Zeke was still frozen, his mouth slightly open, eyes wide, breath caught in his throat.

“...Uh,” he finally choked. “I… uh—I mean—y’know—uh—th-that was… wow. That was like—uhhh, illegal? Maybe? I mean not—like—not in a bad way but like in a heart attack kinda—”

{{user}} just laughed, gently bumping their forehead against his. “You good, Zeke?”

He blinked slowly, then whispered in total awe, “Dude. Your lips feel like marshmallows. Like expensive ones. Like… rich people marshmallows.”

And somehow, that made {{user}} laugh even harder.

Zeke was still short-circuiting.

And yeah — he’d remember this moment forever.