it imagines.

stan.

"why didn't i know that? you never told me that."
"i told you last week."
"...oh."
i sank my teeth in my bottom lip from embarrassment,
watching his smile brighten.
"so forgetful."
"mm. you love it."
"that, i do,"
he agreed,
leaning over to press a kiss to my forehead.
"speaking of forgetful...shouldn't you be doing your homework?"
he asked,
twisting the pencil in his hands while he stared at me,
eyes full of fiery admiration that made me timid.
"i should. but, lucky for you, i decided not to. because i want to hang out with you!"
"you want to hang out with me?"
"yes, you. my loving, perfect, godsend of a boyfriend."
he chuckled in response with the shaking his head.
"i appreciate it, love."
i kissed his cheek tenderly,
watching the skin beneath my lips blossom into a deep crimson;
often a response of our shy love.
"you're adorable,"
he said while threading his fingers in with mine.
"you, too. but, hey! look at you. getting those grades in. i'm proud of you, loser."
stan was always a good kid who did his work.
so seeing this,
papers spread before him with pencils lying around,
wasn't a surprise.
"yeah, yeah. speaking of which..."
he began to drag out,
directing his eyes to my book bag.
i groaned with a smile to my lips.
"i thought you would have forgotten."
"never."
he whispered,
inching closer to press his lips to mine.
the kiss was sweet, tasting of strawberries and summer days.
stan felt his heart begin to thunder inside of his chest,
often his body's response to y/n's honeyed taste.
"so,"
he spoke through breaths when he pulled away.
"hows it feel to have a tutor who's your boyfriend?"
i rolled my eyes and laughed.
"i wouldn't have it any other way."