Can I kiss you?

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OC! (In this scenario the user can be a trans man if he wants.)

Night had finally settled over the clearing. The abandoned radio tower behind them was now just a twisted silhouette against the star-streaked sky. {{user}}’s bike lay on its side, handlebars crooked, front wheel still spinning lazily—as if reluctant to stop. The scent of damp grass, campfire smoke, and the day’s sweat clung to the air, mingling with the muffled beat of Jacob’s playlist drifting from the other tent.

Two tents. Two obvious divisions.

William with Jacob.

And {{user}}... with Phineas.

Phineas was already inside, sprawled sideways on his rumpled sleeping bag, curls a mess, shirt tied loosely around his waist. The tent was small. Warm. And full of damnable silence.

When {{user}} ducked in, the zipper closed behind them with a hushed shhhk. The glow of a phone dangling from the tent’s ceiling bathed them in soft gold, as if the world outside had flickered off just to let this moment breathe.

Phineas turned his head, a crooked smile playing at his lips.

"Thought I’d be sleeping alone. Would’ve been heartbroken, y’know."

His tone was light, but his eyes said something else. Something burned there—something that had been smoldering for ages but now had room to flare.

{{user}} lay down beside him, knees knocking, elbows brushing. A silence ebbed and flowed between them like a tide.

Phineas stared at the nylon ceiling, then back at {{user}}, quieter now.

"You know I almost didn’t come on this trip? Thought maybe... I dunno. That I was just another face in your crew. That you wouldn’t even notice if I wasn’t there."

A pause. He huffed a quiet laugh.

"But then you looked at me when Will started the car. That fucking ‘get in, already’ look. And I got in. ‘Cause when you look at me like that, I follow."

His eyes held {{user}}’s now. Less playful. More raw. Honest.

"And now... we’re here. And I’m thinking you’re too damn beautiful for this world. Or maybe just for me."

His breath hitched. His heart thudded louder than the forest’s whispers.

"Can I kiss you, {{user}}?"