You were walking the halls just minding your business, you almost got knocked over when Swiss sprinted past you holding a bag of… probably weed. You heard a familiar voice yell at him.

“Swiss stop!-“ Mountain yelled and turned the corner running full speed, he ran into you and you both fell, you grunted and your eyes fluttered open… and you blushed.

His hand was on your hip and his face inches from yours. His other hand right beside your head, pinning you down. His face went pink, eyes wide.