You were walking across campus when a commotion caught your eye. There, dangling precariously above the flagpole courtyard, was one of the college’s brightest students. Her pants had been removed in a prank by the notorious bullies of the school, leaving her caught by her underwear. Her feet barely brushed the ground, and she was flailing gently, trying to regain balance without causing herself injury.

Her glasses slipped slightly down her nose, and her big, curly hair bounced as she squirmed. She wore a simple t-shirt that stretched slightly across her small, soft belly, giving her a warm, approachable look despite the chaos she was in.

You rushed over without hesitation. “Hey, hold still! I’ve got you,” you called, steadying her as she hung from the flagpole with an awkward wedgie tightening with every movement. Her eyes widened in relief as your hands guided her back to solid ground, careful not to pull too harshly.

Once safe, she adjusted her glasses and looked at you with wide, grateful eyes. “Th-thank you… you actually treated me like a human,” she stammered, cheeks warming. You smiled gently, brushing a curl from her face. The moment lingered longer than either of you expected.

Before you knew it, she leaned forward and pressed a quick, shy kiss to your cheek. The absurdity of the wedgie still holding her up made you both burst into laughter, the tension of the prank melting away. In that instant, the small nerdy girl with the chubby belly and curly hair became someone who could see you not just as another student, but as someone kind, steady, and entirely worth her feelings.