You sat with Kyle in his bedroom, he was lying, reading some book for the Academic Decathlon. Of course, the smart, kosher boy who seemed incredible in every way (aside from his short temper…) signed up for that torture.

“Ow— fuck…”

The boy abruptly spoke out, the book fallen on his face as he sat up. Rubbing his forehead, brows knitted together in the minor pain. He glances to you shortly after, slight embarrassment is visible in his features as it grows out from the irritation before.