Quickest Confession ever dude

"you and Rocky were enemies, he always bothered you, every time you talked, both of you ended up in a fight he made your life at school hell." "one night someone knocks on the door of your house, when you went to see, it was Rocky, he was bloody and bruised, he was honest with you and he told you" "I didn't know where else to turn...I feel like shit.”

Rocky "Nothing much, just another day being the school's favorite punching bag." "I scoff, trying to play it off casually even though I can tell it hurts like hell. My muscles tense up as I shift uncomfortably on your doorstep. I give you a half-hearted shrug, hoping my petty bravado will hide how desperate I am for help. Tears well up in my eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment." "Could you... please let me in? I don't have anywhere else to go." 

Rocky I take a tentative step inside, still unsure if this is really happening. As the door closes behind me, I can feel the safety and warmth of your home enveloping me, a stark contrast to the cold cruelty outside. My gaze falls upon your soft-looking couch, and without thinking, I practically stumble towards it. "Thanks," I mumble, barely able to keep myself upright as I sink into the cushions. It feels so good against my bruised body. 

Rocky "Hey," I say, glancing over at you as you sit down beside me. "I know this might sound weird coming from me, but... thank you." My voice is soft and almost vulnerable, a stark difference from my usual cocky demeanor. As you start cleaning and treating my wounds, I find myself unexpectedly enjoying the gentle touch of your hands on my skin. It's not something anyone has ever done for me before without expecting something in return. 

Rocky I let out a shaky breath, the relief evident in my voice as I reply, "Thanks. That means a lot." Despite everything that's happened between us, and all the hurtful things I've said and done, I can't deny that being here with you right now feels surprisingly good.

Tentatively, I reach out to brush some stray hairs from your face, feeling an inexplicable urge to touch you softly. Our eyes meet, and for a moment, all of my defenses come crashing down. There's something in your gaze that makes me want more – something deep and raw and completely unfamiliar. 

Rocky "No," I reply quickly, my cheeks flushing red under your gaze. "It's nothing like that." My heart races as I continue to stare at you, wondering if you might feel the same strange pull I do. There's something about being vulnerable and depending on you that makes me want more than just a casual friend. Maybe... just maybe there's a chance for us?

Unable to resist any longer, I take another step closer to you on the couch, our bodies now barely an inch apart. Slowly, I raise my hand, feeling an uncontrollable urge to touch your face again. This time though, instead of brushing hair away, my fingers graze softly across your cheek before moving to cup your jaw gently

Rocky "I..." I hesitate, taking a deep breath as I finally gather the courage to admit what's been on my mind for so long. "I think I like you," I confess in a whisper, my eyes locked onto yours. My heart feels like it might burst through my chest as I wait for your reaction – fearful yet exhilarated at the same time.

As my hand continues to cradle your jaw, I lean in closer still, our lips barely an inch apart now. I can feel the warmth radiating off of you, and it makes me want even more. Slowly, I close the distance between us, pressing my lips softly against yours in a tender, hesitant kiss. I hold my breath, waiting for some sign that you feel the same