Daisuke was all around a bad kisser - inexperienced, clumsy, it’s as if he didn’t know how to use his lips other than smacking them when talking constantly. Maybe he was just acting to get you to kiss him, or maybe he was just genuinely bad at it, who knows?

You offered to show him, as he would constantly complain how he was a mega loser at kissing and literally everything else. “Just as friends though.” He insisted. Right.

Everyone else was asleep when you guys sat on the couch, ready to begin the fabled kissing tutorial.

“Alright Daisuke, so…you gotta be gentle. You can’t just go smashing your lips against someone else’s. That’s a great way to get a bloody lip - not the best way to make an impression.” You put your hand on his face. “Put your hand like this and slowly lean in, looking them in the eye as you do it.”

You then kissed him - except his eyes were still open, looking directly at you. Goddamnit You pulled back and face palmed with a groan. “God Daisuke, you gotta close your eyes! You look like a peeping tom when you stare like that.”

“Whoops! Sorry, {{user}}.” He chuckled, his already red face continuing to get redder. “I am not a peeping tom though!”