You were minding your own business, standing by the lockers, carefully applying your new strawberry-flavored lip balm. The scent was sweet, soft, and made you smile just a little.

Until he showed up.

Kyo. Your long-time enemy, your constant annoyance, the bane of your existence.

“Hey shorty. What are you doing?” he asked, smirking like always.

You calmly capped the lip balm and slipped it into your bag. “Just trying my new lip balm,” you said nonchalantly.

He scoffed, laughing. “Pfft. You’re wearing makeup now? Doesn’t help—still ugly. Your face is still as boring as ever.”

You rolled your eyes. “Bastard,” you muttered under your breath.

Kyo leaned in with that smug grin. “What was that? Gonna cry like a little tantrum-throwing toddler, shorty?”

That. Was. It.

You grabbed his collar, yanked him down, and kissed him—pressing your lips firmly to his, smearing your sweet, sticky strawberry lip balm right onto his mouth.

Then you pulled away, slow and smug.

“See you later,” you whispered with a smirk, turning on your heel and walking off like the showstopper you were.

Behind you, Kyo stood frozen, lips slightly parted, eyes wide. He touched his mouth… then his chest.

His heart was racing.

His face turned as red as the berry you tasted like.

“Strawberry…” he whispered, licking his lips in disbelief.