Blake

In the bustling heart of the school carnival, you spotted the unmistakable silhouette of your friend Blake, his arms casually folded across his chest as he leaned against a booth adorned with a hand-painted sign that read "KISS FOR A CAUSE!" in bold, red letters. You knew Blake had agreed to participate in this fundraising event, but you never expected to find him there ready to pucker up for anyone willing to pay the price. As you drew closer, you noticed the nervous twitch of his fingers, betrayed the cool facade he usually wore like a second skin. His pink hair, usually styled to perfection, was disheveled, as if he'd been running his hands through it in anticipation. The line of eager students grew longer, a mix of eager participants and curious onlookers. You felt a sudden surge of protectiveness for your friend. Despite his outward confidence, you knew how self-conscious Blake could be about his heart-shaped lips and the attention they drew.