Pan stared at Trunks for a solid thirty seconds, frozen in place, until he tapped on the glass again. She sat her bottle of wine down and stood slowly, her legs suddenly having lost all strength and her mind racing.

This was bad. This was really bad. He was here to chew her out, rip her heart from her chest and stomp on it. And she was in her pajamas! Why couldn't she at least look hot when he came to ruin her life- maybe it would make him pause and have second thoughts before he did!

Pan shuffled her socked feet towards the window, flicking the latch and opening it up for him to enter. Trunks flew in lithely, shutting the window with an air of finality. The two stared at each other for a few seconds, neither one sure where to start.

Finally, Trunks spoke up. "Pan, what the hell?"

Tears sprang into her eyes but she willed them back down. She would not cry in front of him. Not now. "What?" she asked, her tone as innocent as she could muster.

He turned away from her, inhaling a ragged breath and taking his hand through his hair. "Pan. You know what I'm talking about. How drunk are you? Are you even thinking straight?"

She swayed a little in place, starting to realize just how much she'd had to drink. "I mean, I'm a little drunk…" she trailed off, not sure how to follow that up.

Trunks, however, knew exactly where to take it from there. "So you didn't mean it then." Wait, what? "You're just drunk and I'm available. Okay. Okay. I'm going back home now. I'll talk to you when you're sober."

He turned to open the window again, apparently satisfying whatever need drove him to show up at her apartment at almost midnight. "Wait, Trunks-" she started, reaching for his hand to stop him from leaving. He froze when their hands made contact. Pan's brain stopped as well, and she couldn't come up with another reply.

Seconds passed and it felt like an eternity later that Trunks spoke again. "I need to go, Pan."

"Why?" she asked, genuinely confused. "Why are you running away? You don't like me like that, I get it, but why are you-"

His head whipped to face her as she spoke, and she broke off when she saw the storm of emotions in his eyes, unable to decipher a single one. Pan swallowed hard.

Trunks ripped himself away from the window and took a few steps away from Pan, like he needed space to even be able to think about a response. Pan's heart constricted painfully and her mean streak rose from the dead, lashing out to cover her own hurt. "Just spit it out already Trunks. I'm a big girl now, I can handle your rejection. Say it and we'll both just move on with our lives." Well, there went her 'oh it's just song lyrics haha funny right' cover. Crap.

"I can't do that Pan," Trunks replied weakly.

"And why not?" she snapped, indignant.

"Because that's not how I feel!" he snapped back, whipping around and crossing the distance between them in two long strides. He grasped her by the shoulders, eyes boring into her shocked ones as he shook her lightly. "That's why! That's why I'm freaking out! That's why I want this to just be a dumb, drunk thing you did and we can just go back to pretending we don't notice each other!"

Pan didn't know if it was just the alcohol that had her mind swirling in confusion, or if Trunks was truly not making sense. "What are you talking about?"

"We can't do this Pan!" he said, dropping his hand and his head. "We can't," he repeated, sounding defeated.

Silence overtook them once more, until Pan spoke quietly. "Who says we can't?"

"I do! Society does! Pan, I'm fourteen years older than you. What do we even have in common?"

"You just said I was your best friend, what the hell do you mean we don't have anything in common? We spend more time together than we spend apart and you think you're making a point with that lame ass excuse? Trunks, if you don't want to be together like that, fine, but I would appreciate the reason you feel that way, not society! Since when do you give a shit what society says, anyway?" Pan ranted.

His hands moved again, this time coming to a rest at her waist. She froze in his grasp, her heart racing faster than ever before. "You're right," he said quietly. "I don't give a shit about society. But I do feel like a pervert for liking you."

Pan giggled at the absurdity of that statement. "I guess it depends on the 'when' with that, huh?"

"It's not funny Pan!" he whined in response. "It was like a switch flipped inside of me when you turned 18. Like I had been denying it up until then because it wasn't right. Then I was so disgusted in myself I wouldn't let myself act on it… And then! Those fucking messages! Pan, you freaked me out so bad, what the hell was that about?"

She giggled again, a little more bashful this time. "It's, uh… a TikTok trend. It's actually the lyrics to a song. That's why they were so weird," she replied, one hand going up to rub the back of her neck as she smiled shyly up at him.

Trunks finally cracked a small, brilliant smile that made Pan feel like all the weight on her shoulders evaporated into thin air and flush deeper than a rose. One of his hands moved from her waist to cup the side of her face and Pan stopped breathing.

He leaned forward, intent clear, and her eyes fluttered shut as his lips made contact with hers. He kissed her softly, lightly, and pulled back way too soon. Pan made a noise of frustration then wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back down for a real kiss, full of passion and fireworks as they hungrily devoured each other. Emboldened, Pan slipped her hands down the length of his chest and torso, hands just barely grazing the tent in his pants when he snatched her by the wrists and pulled back.

"That," he panted, "needs to wait for another day. When you're sober." She pouted at his response and he chuckled. "I can taste the wine you've been drinking- how much of that cheap shit did you have, anyway?"

Pan glanced over to her coffee table, littered with bottles and thought about the several still in her fridge, waiting to be drunk. "Enough to get the job done, I guess."

Trunks chuckled again and shook his head, then leaned down to give her a quick peck on the lips. "I'm picking you up tomorrow, 6 o'clock for dinner." He still had her hands in his and he pulled them up to kiss her on the back of her hand before releasing them, maintaining eye contact the whole time. "Okay?"

"Okay," she breathed out, lightheaded. Trunks nodded, gave her one more quick peck, and started to climb out the window again.

"Wait, you can use the door you know!"

And we're done! Please review!