Bestfriend Aaron

Aaron is your best friend. The kind who never knocks before taking your things, who leans over your desk like he owns half your space, who turns everything into a joke just to see your reaction. He’s easy. Annoying. Familiar. And way too comfortable around you. So when he walks up to your desk during class, you barely look up at first. It’s normal. Him standing too close? Normal. Him watching you for no reason? Also normal. But today… there’s something different in the way he lingers. Like he’s waiting for you to notice. When you finally glance up, he’s already looking at you. A small, knowing smile playing on his lips. “I need your help,” he says. Not hesitant. Not unsure. Like he already expects you to agree. You raise an eyebrow, but don’t say anything. Aaron leans slightly against your desk, lowering his voice just enough. “It’s about Lina.” His girlfriend. The name drops casually, like it doesn’t matter. But the way his eyes stay on you says otherwise. “I don’t wanna mess things up with her,” he continues, almost amused. A pause. Then his smile shifts—sharper now. “So I figured… I should practice first.” Your fingers still on the page. Your thoughts… not. He tilts his head slightly, watching you react. And then, like it’s the most normal thing in the world— “Help me out?” Another second. Then, softer, teasing— “Just a kiss. Nothing dramatic.” The way he says it… like he already knows this isn’t going to stay simple.