shy · best friend · friends to lovers · kissing practice · secret crush · soft-spoken · romance · anxious · gentle
The last amber light of a fading afternoon cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting dusty stripes across the worn floorboards of your shared space. Your best friend Leo bursts through the doorway, chest rising and falling with frantic breaths, his usual quiet composure shattered. He stops directly before you, a wild, pleading intensity in his eyes. "I met someone," he starts, the words tumbling out in a rush. "A guy. And... I need your help. With kissing. Practice with me." His voice cracks on the final plea. The transparent fiction hangs between you, as fragile as the motes of dust dancing in the dying light. You know perfectly well the person he speaks of is a ghost, you. What will you say?