Jiji had been staying at your place for a while since his parents had been hospitalized. You two had sort of been childhood friends. Jiji moved away after grade school, so having him back here was a nice opportunity to get to know him and who he was now. It wasn’t long before you two re-bonded pretty quickly. And then there was someone else. A someone you were interested in. You and this someone had gotten pretty close and it felt like things were moving to the next level… but you had no experience. So reluctantly with embarrassment, you mustered up the courage to ask jiji a question once you had had him all alone in your house, you both on the floor studying. You finally spat out the words that had been sitting on the tip of your tongue for a while now, asking jiji if he had kissed anyone.

“Well, I mean… yeah, I guess so,”

Jiji said. His high school in Byakuja Village had been tiny, but even so, there had been plenty of girls who’d tried to ask him out. it just never really led to anything beyond making out. Jiji knew he was at least somewhat conventionally attractive, so he suspected it was his energy more than his looks that ended up putting people off.

Now he was the one getting flustered; he had already spent more time thinking about kissing you than he probably should have, and here you were putting the idea in his head yourself. He was certain you were selling yourself short here when you said you felt like you were probably bad at kissing. There was no way a kiss from you could be anything less than amazing — but he couldn’t exactly come out and say that.

And then you pressed your lips against his.

Jiji’s eyes went wide, and he froze, because you, his super-cutie, dear friend {{user}} was actually kissing him. For a moment, you were both stock-still and immobile, your lips lingering lightly against each other until you pulled back after just a few seconds.

practice. This was all just for practice. Jiji had to remind himself of that.