Saturday afternoons were invented solely for the art of laziness, as evidenced by the way you were spending this one: lying on your back on the floor of your friend and crush (Lutz)'s house, absently poking said friend and crush in the arm as he tried to doze off beside you.

"Lutz." You poked him again. "Luuutz."

"For zhe love of Saturdays, (Y/N)," he mumbled, not opening his eyes. "Just go to sleep so I can too."

"I can't" you whined, poking him once more.

"Vhy zhe heck not?" He sounded more irritated now, but you were entirely remorseless.

"Because I'm booooored!"

"Sleeping is vhat people do vhen zhey're bored."

"Noooo, annoying Lutz is what I do when I'm bored."

You grinned impishly at the ceiling, and a moment later, a pair of violet-pink eyes was staring down at you. Lutz, it seemed, had given up on trying to sleep.

"You're a pain in zhe neck," he informed you, smirking so that you knew he wasn't serious.

"Then why don't you see a doctor and have me removed?" you teased back.

"Maybe I like zhis pain in zhe neck."

"Masochist."

"Maybe." He suddenly leaned closer to you, and your heart seemed to leap into your throat.

You swallowed, gazing unblinkingly into his eyes.

"U-um, Lutz?" you asked a little nervously. "What're you doing?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked abruptly, now mere centimeters from your face.

"N-no?"

"Vell . . . now you do."

You stared at him for a moment, then punched his chest.

"What the crap, Lutz? That's the worst confession I've ever heard!" You rolled onto your stomach then sat up, putting your hands on your hips but grinning like an idiot in spite of yourself. "I guess I'll have to accept your offer anyway."

He smirked again and leaned closer than before.

"Good."

And he kissed you.