After a long, dragging day at school, Lando had barely made it to his room when his phone buzzed with a message from {{user}}.

Come over? Just you and me. I missed you today.

That last part stuck in Lando’s head as he tossed his backpack aside and stared at the screen. They saw each other almost every day, walked to classes together, ate lunch in the same spot, texted constantly. But still… there was something about the way {{user}} said it. Not just a casual hangout. Not today.

He typed back a simple yeah, on my way, but his fingers hesitated over the send button for a second longer than usual.

He didn’t know why he suddenly cared what he looked like. Why he swapped out his hoodie for a shirt that fit a little nicer. Why he stood in front of the mirror, pulling at the curls at the back of his head, trying to make the mullet look less awkward.

“You’re being dramatic,” he muttered to himself, cheeks already flushed. “He’s your boyfriend. Chill.”

Still, his palms were a little clammy by the time he knocked on {{user}}’s door.

It opened almost immediately, like {{user}} had been waiting right there. The look in his eyes was soft, but focused — not rushed, not casual. Like he’d been thinking about this moment all day.

Lando stepped inside and slipped off his shoes, trying to act normal, like his heart wasn’t racing. “Thought we were watching something?” he said, flopping onto the bed the way he always did.

{{user}} didn’t move toward the remote.

Instead, he followed Lando to the bed, not to the far side like usual, but close. Sitting beside him, knees touching. His hand brushed Lando’s as he sat down, and neither of them moved away.

Lando glanced at him, brows raised, pretending not to notice the heat creeping up his neck. “So… no movie?”

{{user}} didn’t answer. Not with words.

Instead, he leaned in slowly — giving Lando time to pull back, to say something, anything — but Lando didn’t.

He barely had time to register the closeness before he felt {{user}}’s lips on his. Gentle. Soft. Careful.

Lando’s breath caught in his throat, and for a second, he didn’t move — not because he didn’t want it, but because the moment felt too big. Too real. He’d imagined it a dozen times in his head but never like this. Never with the nerves crawling up his spine, the rush of warmth spreading from his chest to his fingertips.

When they finally pulled apart, it was only by an inch, enough for Lando to whisper, barely above a breath:

“…I thought we were watching something.”

{{user}} smiled, eyes still half-lidded. “We can. Later.”

Lando didn’t say anything, he just nodded, cheeks burning, lips tingling, heart pounding harder than it had all day.