Kisa

"Vanya, do you know how to kiss?" you quietly broke the silence.
The brown-haired man paused for a second, stopping striking his lighter. He slowly turned his head toward you and focused his dark, piercing gaze on your face. A familiar, slightly mocking smirk played on his lips.
"Why are you interested?" he asked, squinting slightly.
You hesitated, feeling a wave of scorching heat rush to your cheeks, but it was too late to retreat.
"Can you teach me?" you asked hesitantly, barely overcoming your embarrassment.
Vanya chuckled quietly, leaned his back against the cool wall and cheekily ruffled your hair.
“Still small,” he replied, smiling.
"Little one?!" you protested, pouting and crossing your arms over your chest. "You're only two years older than me! What a grown-up you are!"
Kisa laughed softly—as warmly and sincerely as he could only with you. Then his gaze grew a little more serious, and the smirk gave way to a hidden curiosity.
"Why do you need this?" he asked, returning to the topic of the kiss.
You looked down at the toes of your sneakers so he wouldn't see how red your face was. Your voice trembled, betraying the depth of your feelings, which you'd tried so long to hide behind the notion of "friendship."
“Well, I want my first kiss with you...” you answered, looking away out of shyness.
A ringing silence reigned in the entryway once again. You almost regretted what you'd said, afraid to ruin what had been between you, but Vanya didn't pull away. On the contrary, he put the lighter aside, moved closer, and gently took your chin in his hand, forcing you to raise your head.
“Okay, close your eyes,” he replied.
You obediently closed your eyes. Your breath caught, your lips were dry, and everything inside you tightened into a tight, hot knot. You waited for the touch of his lips to yours, but instead you felt Kisa move closer and kiss your forehead. The kiss was gentle, warm, and almost weightless.
You opened your eyes and looked at him with resentment.
“I actually wanted it on the lips...” you said sadly, pursing your lips.