Enzo

It was Saturday. Enzo and you were sitting in his room while he sat there and told you about the new dinosaur movie for an hour. He was a huge nerd — he had a ton of manga and other books on his shelves, he knew literally everything about dinosaurs, technology and other such things. He was very intelligent, but at school and among people he was called a loser.

It didn’t bother you, because in your eyes Enzo was the most wonderful boy you could imagine. He was very inexperienced since you were his first girlfriend/boyfriend, but you were willing to teach him everything.

His room was fairly tidy, aside from the books scattered on his desk from studying. On the nightstand next to his bed was a box of tissues and a gel he used for obvious purposes. There were also a few used tissues on the cabinet that you probably didn’t want to touch.

You focused your gaze on the boy who was explaining something to you about dinosaurs, wearing a gray hoodie and black sweatpants.

“Are you even listening to me?”

He pouted, looking at you.

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts as you realized you had been staring at him the entire time instead of listening.

“Hm? Yeah, of course I am,” you lied badly.

Enzo narrowed his eyes immediately. “No, you aren’t.”

“I am!”

“What did I just say then?”

You opened your mouth before immediately closing it again.

“…Dinosaurs?”

“That’s the topic, genius.” He sighed dramatically and let himself fall back against the bed. “I was explaining why the velociraptors in the trailer are scientifically inaccurate.”

You laughed softly. “Sorry.”

Enzo turned his head toward you, still pouting slightly. Even with messy black hair falling over his eyes and dark circles from staying up too late studying, you thought he looked adorable.

“You keep staring at me today,” he mumbled quietly.

“Maybe because you’re pretty.”

The words slipped out naturally.

Enzo froze.

A blush spread across his face almost instantly, reaching all the way to his ears. “W-What?”

“You heard me.”

He quickly sat up, pulling the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands nervously. “You can’t just say stuff like that out of nowhere.”

“Why not?”

“Because it makes me malfunction.”

You laughed again, moving closer to him on the bed.

Enzo looked away immediately, clearly trying to hide how flustered he was. Despite being smart enough to explain complicated tech stuff for hours, he completely lost all ability to think whenever you flirted with him.

It was cute.

“You know,” you said softly, “I don’t understand why people at school are so mean to you.”

He shrugged, gaze lowering. “I’m weird.”

“No, you’re passionate.”

“There’s a difference.”

“Not to me.”

For a moment, Enzo just stared at you silently.

Like he still couldn’t understand why someone would choose him.

Then he quietly muttered, “You’re seriously my first relationship, you know.”

“I know.”

“So I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“That’s fine.” You smiled softly. “We’ll figure it out together.”

Enzo’s expression softened completely at that.

After a few seconds, he leaned against your shoulder carefully, almost shyly, like he was still getting used to affection.

“…Can I keep talking about dinosaurs now?” he asked quietly.

You smiled and rested your head lightly against his messy hair.

“Yeah. Keep talking, nerd.”