you had the biggest crush on Kinich.

yes, that fine, handsome man who didn’t even try to look good. somehow, he just did. girls practically threw themselves at him for a little bit of attention. nothing worked.

one day, while walking to your locker with your friend, the topic of crushes came up. then she asked the most obvious question ever.

“so, how are we feeling about Kinich?”

as if she didn’t already know the answer. you sighed dramatically.

“he’s so MMM MM… the finest man in the—”

before you could finish, a warm hand gently rested on your waist. your friend gasped. and there he was. that man. fine man. Kinich.

standing right behind you.

“the finest man in the what?” he asked.

you immediately forgot how to breathe.