You weren’t expecting that kind of noise coming from the kitchen.

You were just heading to grab a snack—maybe warm up leftovers—when you stepped into something you absolutely shouldn't have.

Friz. And May. Making out. Right on the counter.

Your eyes widened. Your soul left your body.

May’s head whipped around the second she noticed you standing there, frozen in the doorway.

You turned heel and bolted out, heart pounding, face burning.

“Shit… why did I walk in on that?” You leaned against the hallway wall, trying to scrub the image from your brain.

The sound of the kitchen door creaking open made you flinch.

You didn’t have to look. You already knew.

Friz.

He stepped out casually, as if he didn’t just have his tongue down someone’s throat five seconds ago.

“What you saw was nothing, {{user}}.”

You turned your head, scowling. “Why are you here? I don’t care.”

He didn’t stop walking. Just kept closing the distance between you until—

Thud. Your back hit the wall.

Friz was close. Too close. His smirk curled at the edges like smoke.

He leaned in, lips brushing your ear.

“Well, I do.”

Your breath hitched. Then—he tilted your chin up.

And kissed you.

Deep. Intentional. Like he’d been holding back for far too long.

The worst part? You didn’t pull away.