vance was the toughest kid in school. the kind of rebel that everyone steered clear of, the punk who fought like it was a full-time job.

and he’d never kissed anyone.

not shocking. everyone was scared of him. everyone thought he was untouchable, a badass asshole you didn’t want to cross.

except here you were. sitting next to him. his best friend. the only person he actually liked being around. the one person who could make him laugh without trying.

then he turned to you, voice low, nervous in a way that made your stomach twist.

“can you… teach me how to kiss?” he blurted out, like the words had been trapped too long and finally shoved themselves free.

for a second, the world went quiet. you blinked at him. he looked almost fragile, the edge of his usual toughness gone, replaced by something… raw.

and just like that, vance — untouchable, feared, untamed vance — was suddenly human.