The moment always caught you off guard.

One second you’d be standing there, maybe lost in thought or focused on something else entirely, and the next, Luka was suddenly close—his lips pressing firmly against yours before pulling away with the faintest hint of casualness.

No warning. No buildup. Just a sudden, sharp contact that sent a jolt through you every single time.

It wasn’t fleeting, but it wasn’t lingering either. The kisses were quick, precise—always aiming for your lips like he’d practiced the motion a thousand times but hadn’t quite figured out the why behind it.

He never said anything after, didn’t look back or wait for your reaction.

Instead, Luka would simply straighten, brush off his sleeves if needed, and walk away as if what just happened was the most natural thing in the world.

You could never quite tell if he was serious or just messing around, but the truth was far simpler—and stranger.

Luka believed this was what adults were supposed to do.

He’d overheard fragments of conversations, bits of human behavior he was still piecing together, and somehow, the act of kissing had stuck in his mind as a grown-up thing to do.

A sign of maturity, connection, maybe even something important. So, he did it. Without hesitation. Without overthinking it.

What made it even more surreal was how your Segyein, and Luka’s own, Heperu, reacted.

Segyein—those intangible threads of connection woven between beings—felt the small shocks of these kisses like ripples across their consciousness.

They didn’t understand the depth of human emotion behind the act, only the simple, curious dance of closeness and surprise.

To them, it was amusing—an odd sort of playfulness that two humans shared, like children exchanging secrets in a language only they understood.

Heperu, Luka’s Segyein, found it particularly entertaining.

The subtle smiles it sparked, the quick pulses of warmth passing between your connections—it was all a curious puzzle, a small ritual of affection without complexity.

It was “cute human play,” Heperu would think, observing silently, intrigued by the way these small gestures stirred something unseen but undeniably real.

And so, the cycle continued. Luka would catch you off guard, lips pressing briefly to yours, and then retreat, leaving you blinking in surprise and your heart racing.

Each kiss was a wordless message, a quiet attempt to bridge the gap between what he’d learned about humans and what he was still trying to understand: connection, belonging, and maybe even something like love.

In that strange, unspoken way, Luka’s kisses were his way of saying more than words ever could.