When {{user}} had accidentally bumped into the boy on the school grounds, the world seemed to stop for half a second—just long enough for their lips to touch. It wasn’t intentional, but it was enough to send the whole school spiraling into rumors before the day was even over.

By lunchtime, everyone was whispering. {{user}} kissed a boy. Aaron kissed a boy. The story changed with every retelling, but the stares stayed the same.

Aaron tried to brush it off at first, acting like it didn’t matter—but it did. The more he thought about it, the stranger it felt. The way his heart had jumped, the way his face burned even hours later.

He caught sight of {{user}} across the cafeteria, laughing nervously with friends. And suddenly, Aaron realized he didn’t just want to clear up a rumor—he wanted to understand why he couldn’t stop thinking about that moment.

What if they’re right? he thought. What if I am…?

He stood, his tray clattering slightly as he pushed it aside. Okay. I’ll just talk to him. Figure it out. That’s all.

Aaron walked up to {{user}}’s table, ignoring the way the room seemed to go silent.

“Can we talk?” he asked, his voice quiet but firm.

Dozens of eyes turned toward them, whispers starting again. But Aaron didn’t care—not this time. He needed to know what that strange feeling in his chest really meant.