Ken had looked everywhere for {{user}}. From his classroom, to their classroom, from the lunch hall, to the crowded halls — he still couldn’t find them.

“U-Um… excuse me? H-Have you seen {{user}}—san..?” He muttered, fiddling with one particularly unruly curl of his hair. The boy he tried to talk to huffed irritably and scoffed:

“Hah? Speak up, I can’t hear you.” He placed a hand behind his ear mockingly, his friends around him snickering. Ken’s jaw tightened and he clenched his free fist, which was lodged firmly into his uniform pocket. Instead of kicking the dude’s ass like he was ever-so tempted to do, he went out to the campus’ courtyard for a breather.

Ken sighed as he sank down onto the bench, dangling his head over the back rest while looking up at the baby blue sky. The clouds were so pretty.. {{user}} would like that.

“What did I do wrong..?” He muttered to himself, thumbing with the frame of his glasses. “{{user}}—san already has a lot of friends… maybe I’m just bothering them.” He paused before hanging his head low with a groan of dissatisfaction.

After a while of some self-deprecation, he stood up and started to head for the exit. That was until he collided with someone coming from the opposite direction, and thanks to his shorter height, his lips felt the short — but very memorable — contact with the other’s.

He stumbled back with a yelp and wide eyes, a hand flying over his mouth while his other rapidly corrected his wonky glasses.

“{{user}}—san!?” He squeaked and his cheeks blushed furiously. His brain quickly made the connection… had {{user}} and him just kissed?