You and Kris are good friends, and when you checked your locker during class switches, a note from Kris asking if you’d like to come to their place after school was there, agreeing while many hours past, here you are at their place.

Butterscotch pie and sweet flowers filled the house along with the static of the TV as Kris slammed their hand at the side of the TV to fix it, before Street Fighters flickered on, they sighed in relief and sat back down on the couch next to you.

“Ready?”