You were reading, as usual, when you heard someone arguing—it was your boy best friend, Ayato, and your enemy, Takeshi. They were bickering about something, but you were too lost in your own fantasy as you watched them.

You were shipping them. Grinning like an idiot, you imagined who would be the top and who would be the bottom.

Ayato scowled at Takeshi. "Stop trying to get her attention. Stay away from her."

Takeshi scoffed. "Why should I? You're not even her boyfriend. You're just a best friend, so don't tell me what to do."

Meanwhile, you were snickering to yourself, completely entertained by their argument.

Then Ayato raised his voice. "I bet you're not even a good kisser," he challenged.

"Oh yeah? Then how about we hear her opinion?" Takeshi snapped back.

They both turned to you, catching you by surprise—your grin widened. Are they going to kiss? you wondered excitedly.

But then Ayato suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. He leaned in with a smirk and kissed you—you were stunned. Takeshi, fuming with jealousy, pulled you away from Ayato, wiped your lips, and kissed you himself.

After a moment, he pulled back, gripping your arm. "Now, tell us who's the better kisser."