Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss.
Thank you @detective-kat for your ask!Ā
(This is pre-Akbadain Ruins)
Randall sat there in class. Normally he would pay attention to the teacher and be willing to participate with every fibre of his being, but today was different, although he stared blankly at the chalkboard in front of him, it was actually the young man who sat behind him that had his attention, for Randall had became quite enamoured of him. The young man being Hershel Layton, Randallās best friend, however, over the past few weeks, he has been on the red-headedās mind a lot; the way his hair was always a mess, his composure, his laugh... Randall would always shake his head slightly to disperse his collecting thoughts as quickly as possible.
And then, it happened.Ā
The sudden thought of Hershelās lips pressed against his. The idea of how warm his lips would be or how soft they would feel. A bright pink came to his cheeks, as he sat there in a mixture of disbelief and sudden desire, wrapped up completely in his own thoughts and daydream, how would his family react? How would Angela and Henry react if they knew of these thoughts? Randall knew that he should concentrate on class but the thought of kissing his best friend... Was irresistible. Eventually, he decided to focus on his surroundings, and noticed class was over, he had no idea what time it was or when class had ended, the blood in his cheeks was too vibrant to hide anyway so he sighed a little in relief that no one would see him like this. Just as he was about to get up from his desk, there was a tap on his shoulder. Randall turned to see him, concern was painted on Hershelās face, he had been watching Randall all lesson, he wasnāt his usual hyperactive self. Randall stared at Hershel, blushing brighter than he thought was possible.
āSurely, itās okay to kiss a friend, right? There were two girls in class that kiss occasionally in the hallway. Itās a friendly thing. Thatās what friends do...Right?ā Randall started to ponder over his thoughts again, not realising that Hershel was talking to him.Ā āRandall!ā Hershel finally called to get his attention once more. Randall couldnāt collect his thoughts, he only stared at Hershel, his mouth and throat too dry to make a response, why was he so nervous? He knew Hershel for years, itās not like a kiss would change anything, would it?
Randall started to shuffle a little, thinking; āit wouldnāt change anything, a kiss is just a kiss.ā The butterflies and anxiousness in his stomach was becoming too much, this urge and need to kiss Hershel, it was demanding. He had to do something. Before either could comprehend, Randallās body moved on its own, he pushed his body forward and grabbed the other young man, pressing his lips against his, catching the young gentleman completely off guard.Ā
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