Lykke was never worried about people beating him up. He already dealt with being a punching bag before. He wasn’t fighter, but managed to hold his own on some occasions. He always told himself to just not let the assholes get you down. Still he never confessed to his feelings for the Grimm boy because he didn’t want to be laughed at by Benny and he was sure he would be.

What in the world could Lykke give him that he didn’t already have. A ghost? No one really wanted to be followed around by a trapped soul. Lykke knew to love and tolerate Hulda but there were days where she just drove him batty.

The weight of Benny’s hand on his back was almost enough to make his knees go weak and legs feel like jelly. Luckily they were sitting or there would just be another strike on his image. Lykke didn't want to be perfect for the other boy, he just didn’t want to look like a fool. If he had any chance Lykke needed to just not completely fall on his face in front of Benny.

“It’s a nice surprise,” He confirmed. Never in a million years did he think that Benny would be here sitting with him. Lykke hoped that it wasn’t just some bet at his expense. That would crush him more than he was willing to admit.

Not only did Hulda appear and just run her mouth Benny had dropped his hand. Lykke wasn’t sure what one had him more upset. His mouth was open but nothing came out to try and cover up what the ghost had said.

The ghost was floating there smug and never in all his life did he wish that she could just push her away. Unfortunately she came and went as she pleased and there was nothing that Lykke could do about it. This whole scenario was way too good for her to just dissapear from.

Lykke was mortified as Benny questioned more about what Hulda had said. “What...why?” He stammered not sure what he wanted to ask. Hulda was watching Lykke, still smug. ”I’m not sure that is for me to say. But he has good taste with you.” Hulda chuckled. She might have thought that was doing him a favour but Lykke wasn’t sure he could make a proper sentence right now between feeling endlessly embarrassed and completely betrayed by his ghost. All of that paired with the way that Benny normally made his brain turn to mush he was hopeless.

Benny was a gorgeous man. Most of the girls around the Durmstrang halls practically throw themselves at the Grimm boy. What kind of chance did he have? None. On top of the looks Benny stood tall, he could get anyone to do anything for him with just a look. There was nothing he could ever do to make anyone It was embarrassing and heartbreaking to sit next to the other boy and feel his hand on his back.

The more Hulda hung around the more it was just more obvious that he was not anywhere close to being someone that could remotely impress Benny. He would always just be the ghost kid. Luckily it seemed that Benny was making this whole situation easier than he though with not teasing him or even walking away with a disgusted look on his face. There were those kids around the halls of the school that just didn’t like ghosts so when he had one tethered to him they would keep a wide parameter.

In fact it was almost impossible to think that Benny didn’t seemed fazed by Hulda in the slightest. He was interested. Not only with the ghost but what she had said. There was a smile on the other boys face. And damn was it adorable. Lykke was pretty sure he must have been dreaming to have this at all be going on.

Lykke bit his lip looking down at his feet. Should he just admit all the thoughts about the Grimm boy that crossed his mind. Or was Benny just looking for something to use to fire back at him. Make fun of the fact that Lykke would comfort himself with thoughts of that very smile at night.

“I uh…” With no more need to taunt him anymore Hulda seemed to vanish. There was a chance that she was still hanging around but just wasn’t making herself known anymore. Lykke would like to think that it made all this easier, but at this point he would rather just have Hulda blab every deep dark secret he had then have to admit to them himself. “I just…” He glanced at Benny and that just made him blush more. “You are very” cough. “handsome and I just.” His words were swirling around in his head and this was not at all the daydream version of how he confessed his admiration. “I tell Hulda how I think so and how it would be nice to be able to spend time with you.” No matter how vague it felt like Lykke was spilling his guts. He didn’t have the backbone to just declare how he wanted nothing more to crash into a kiss and pull that damn uniform off.

More than just having a spectore stuck to him Lykke knew that there were people who liked to crucify anyone who didn’t stick to pure blooded, rich, and straight. Lykke was none of those things, making him the target for a lot of bullying. It was a big part of why he kept his head down. The more under the radar he could be the easier it would be to just get through the years he had left at Durmstrang.

Hulda floating around him didn’t exactly make him the most stealthy, but she really didn’t seem to talk unless she had a reason. Sure more of those reasons were just to make his life harder. Like now as he was gaping at Benny wanting to just hide, but couldn’t know that the other boy knew his secrets.

Or at least knew the basics. Of course Benny had no idea the things that Lykke had thought of the other boy. All those nights alone with nothing but fantasies. He had never known the touch of another, not in the way he dreamed about. Now that Benny was sitting next to him and knew it felt like everything could be too real, it was daunting but Lykke knew that if he got the chance he would push away all the doubt and just try. If only for one night just to have the chance and really know what he yearned for.

As the other moved closer Lykke could feel himself suck in a breath, scared of what could happen. What was going on? Of course there was what Lykke was hoping, and dreamed of happening but why would Benney ever want him? Still he was sure that if anything did happen it would be all just a big joke. Somehow the Grimm boy would just be using him. Lykke of course like to think that Benny wasn’t really his reputation. Right now as that strong hand gripped at his uniform Lykke hoped to everything that Benny was not his reputation.

He was going light headed as the distance shrank between them. When Benny spoke he could feel his hot breath brush against his lips. Words weren’t forming even the beginning of an answer to the other boy’s question and Lykke’s mouth just dropped open with hope that maybe he would be able to stammer through this.

The more Benny spoke the more Lykke could feel his face flush with embarrassment and lust. When the last centimeters finally closed between them Lykke felt like he might faint. The kiss was everything that he dreamed it could be and more. His heart was racing a mile a minute while his stomach did flips and he was sure that he forgot how to breath. Of course he had no idea what to do from there than to just hope that the moment could last forever.