girl i wear you out like some nikes

> While she was still not completely, 100% sure of herself when it came to showing affection, she could at least gather the courage to give her goof of a boyfriend little kisses here and there. With a sheepish smile, Fuuka got to her feet, walking from the kitchen table to the couch sitting in the first floor common area where his lanky form waited, idly browsing the internet as she crept up from behind. Arms draped over his shoulders, she leaned over the back of the couch, standing up on her toes. She tilted her head and pressed a pair of pink lips against the corner of his mouth; it was still something chaste, but held for a few seconds longer than her first two, very brief ones.

I’m not any of that tho