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In which I kiss a pretty boy.

Chapter 2: In which I kissed a pretty boy.

Summary:

date!! poggar

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You don’t remember what happened after this. Somehow someway you managed to get changed back into your own clothes and walk all the way back into your dorm completely on autopilot.

And here you are now, laying face down on your bed screaming into a pillow and trying to process the past few hours, classes be damned. You’ve got a boy to go to a date with and you’re absolutely sure you’re about to skip classes tomorrow as well to pick the perfect outfit.

You spend most of the day face down, pondering what you’re gonna do tomorrow in order to not faint as soon as you start to hang out with Pram.

Eventually you decide that it is impossible to prevent, and the only thing you can do is pray that Pram is still there when and if you wake up.

Eventually, as much as you fear it, tomorrow finally arrives.

Somehow you managed to sleep last night, though not early, and now you’ve woken up with only 4 hours left to prepare! You’ll have to be quick in order to prepare.

And off you go, first you take a shower, then brush your teeth, make and eat lunch and finally stare at your closet for 2 hours deciding what to wear before you finally decide to just put on jeans, a t-shirt and a jacket.

And at last, the fated hour is upon you… Or, well, more like the fated half hour before the actual time because you don’t want the chance of being late.

And so, there you are, around 10 minutes before Pram is supposed to arrive.

Supposed being the key word, because shortly after you arrive, he does as well.

And dear lord, you’ve never been more in love with someone you only ever met a day prior.

Wearing a small blue flat cap hat, monochrome striped t-shirt, suspenders, checkered shorts and lastly, platform shoes.

He seems as surprised to see you as you are determined not to stare too much at his face.

“Guess neither of us wanted to be late, huh?” He says with a smile as he grabs your hand. “Now come on! Let’s go before it gets dark!”

...He just grabbed your hand.

Not your wrist, not your arm, your hand.

Currently you are only doing two things, walking alongside Pram holding hands, and wondering what act of good will got you to this point in your life.


Both of you finally get to the park, and Pram finally notices something.

Your face is beet red, which looks worryingly like something else to the untrained or innocent eye.

“Can you bring your head down?” Pram asks with mild worry on his face.

You do as you’re told, because how could you not, and shortly after you feel something on your cheek, something very soft touching your forehead. It takes a second to your brain to process this as Pram touching your forehead with his hand.

Momentarily, just for a fleeting moment, your soul ascends to heaven, but it is quickly pulled back to your body once Pram starts speaking again.

“Are you alright? Your face is all red and warm, do you wanna take a break?” He asks while still looking slightly up at you, eyebrows scrunched in concern.

Alright, relax, stay calm, you can do this, all you’ve got to do is not think about how he cares about you and how his hand is touching your face and actually how he smells really good and…

Barely, just barely you manage to get out a coherent sentence.

“Huh? Oh! Yeah, I feel fine, might just be the jacket and feeling too hot.” Master of lies, deceit and misdirection, you are. As you take off your jacket and wrap it around your waist like a belt.

He sighs and takes his hand off your forehead as you stand up straight again.

“You’re weiiiiiiird.” He pouts, and then grabs your hand again. “But that doesn’t mean this date is over just yet! Now come on! I know this really good tree we can sit under!”

You start pondering as you both resume walking Weird? I mean, yeah that’s understandable, but is it a good thing or a bad thing? Probably a good thing since it still isn’t over?? Further investigation needed. And make a mental note.

And of course, the tree Pram likes to sit under is a cherry blossom, because why wouldn’t it be, this day was filled with miracles so another one won’t hurt.

You both sit down while still holding hands, and, after a while of being there, your heart stabilizes for the first time in a while. And you begin to realize something.

You like being around Pram, which, yes, you already knew. But now you’re starting to realize the why of it.

It’s not due to how he looks, not even close to that.

Instead, something about him, maybe his personality or maybe the way he talks, something, just puts you strangely at ease when he’s around.

And as you realize this, you squeeze his hand just a little bit tighter, and steal a look that’s just a second longer.

And you hope, as the sun sets and eventually falls, that this moment would last just a little bit longer.

Eventually though, you both get up in unison and begin to walk back to the school, hand in hand.

Still silent, for a reason neither of you can decipher.

As you reach the school’s entrance, Pram once more shows that he’s braver than you by finally speaking.

“Hey. Can you lower your head again?” He asks while looking up at you

And as you get down low enough, Pram stands on the tips of his toes.

And he gives you a kiss.

It’s short and fleeting, yet at the same time sweeter than any candy and warmer than any bonfire.

Before you even realize what’s just happened, he’s got that usual smile in his face.

“You may be weird, but... I think I like like you!” He says, before running into the school, leaving you outside to realize on your own that.

“I think I have a boyfriend now?”

Notes:

bonjour, that was self indulgent garble that i wrote bc i'm obssessed with pram, if you didn't like it? yea that's fair

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