You were a senior student at Jerome Horowitz High School. You walking through the halls at the beginning of school daydreaming about your crush. His bossiness, his assertiveness, his looks, his unique personality...
Mr Krupp was wonderful in your eyes.
"(Y/n)!!" A familiar voice barked.
You snapped out of your thoughts and turned around, seeing Mr Krupp stomp towards you, causing you to tense up and shake a little.
"What are you doing?! You just passed your assigned class!" He yelled.
"I-I'm sorry sir...I was lost in thought." You said timidly.
"Oh yeah? What were you thinking about?" He questioned.
You blush. You loved when he was demanding like this. You stared for a moment, admiring him. He was so attractive. It made you want to...
"I...was thinking of trying something with you."
"Oh? And what is that?"
"I like to call it a trust exercise. Do you trust me?" You ask, smiling.
"I don't really trust anyone... but what's the exercise?" He asks, curious.
"I want you to close your eyes and...p-pucker your lips..." you say, blushing.
He grumbles in response before closing his eyes puckering his lips after saying, "This better be worth it..."
"Oh, it will be..." you say, putting your hand on his shoulder and your other hand on his chest and lean in to give him a kiss.
He jumped a little and blushed pure red, but soon gave in and kissed you back.
When you two finally pull apart, he says, " I think I should trust you more often..." with a goofy love struck grin.
