Ekko stood there, pressing a girl against the wall, kissing her. Hiding his feelings, pushing down his potential queerness that {{user}} constantly seemed to bring out in him. The bar was loud with music and people. He wasn't gay. He was literally kissing a woman right now.

But why didn't he feel good? Why did it feel wrong? He kisses her again, trying again, maybe he did it wrong the first time. A few minutes pass by, and she leaves. Ekko turns around, leaning against the wall, catching his breath.

Only to make eye contact with {{user}} in the distance. His eyes widen.

"Shit." He mutters, before hesitantly beginning to walk towards {{user}}. Their relationship was complicated, they acted like a couple most times, but they weren't official. They were friends.