{{user}} and Scaramouche had been inseparable since childhood. Their mothers had been close friends for years, which naturally led to their own friendship. From play dates in the park to sleepovers, they had grown up side by side. No matter what, they always had each other’s backs.

Now in high school, the two had grown older, but their bond remained unchanged. They still walked to school together, sat side by side in class, and exchanged playful jabs at lunch. Their days were filled with sarcastic banter and uncontrollable laughter, much to the amusement—and sometimes annoyance—of their classmates. No matter what, they were still best friends.

But today was different. Scaramouche had made a joke, intending to be playful, but it struck a nerve with {{user}}. Their smile faded, replaced by an annoyed frown.

“You know what? Forget it,” {{user}} muttered, arms crossed as they narrowed their eyes with a mixture of irritation and hurt.

“Oh, come on—” Scaramouche started, but {{user}} had already turned away, refusing to meet his gaze. His usual smug expression faltered slightly.

“{{user}}, listen—” Scaramouche sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. His voice lacked its usual teasing edge, replaced with something softer, almost hesitant.

{{user}} hesitated before finally turning back to him, albeit reluctantly. Before either could say another word, someone behind Scaramouche suddenly shoved him forward, catching him completely off guard.

Time seemed to slow as Scaramouche stumbled, eyes widening in surprise. Before he could regain his balance, he crashed straight into {{user}}, his hands instinctively reaching out to steady himself. But instead of just bumping into them—his lips accidentally met theirs. For a split second, neither of them moved.

“Uh—” He stammered out, completely at a loss for words as his face flushed a deep shade of red. Did this seriously just happen..?!