Chirrut accepts a dare from his classmates to kiss the rough, gruff, older, golden boy initiate named Baze Malbus who keeps to himself and haunts the archives (everyone is lowkey convinced he’s some sort of cryptid and hates people; he’s just shy, of course.)
Chirrut does. With pride. And gets a good look at him, at his eyes, which are kind and soft and loving. Chirrut, of course, is now all, “oh no. oh fuck.” because he’s gone. This is it. He just knows.
Baze just sort of smiles, soft, small, too small for any of Chirrut’s classmates to see.
Chirrut starts goading his classmates to come up with more elaborate dares for him that all involve Baze: aka write him a love letter, kiss him again, get him to dance, get him to TALK, ask him about his favorite book in the archives, best him at sparring.
Chirrut lowkey utilizes his classmates’ fascination with Baze to effectively woo him.
One night Chirrut shows up at Baze’s door, and it’s cold on Jedha so he’s shivering in just his nightclothes. Baze opens the door, wavy hair pulled up in a bun, looking soft, looking relaxed, and it takes his breath away for thirty whole seconds while he just stares, and Baze is somewhat uncomfortable by now, shifting and feeling very vulnerable in only one layer instead of the many he is normally wearing because now it’s even more obvious how big he is.
“They dared me to visit you,” Chirrut finally squeaks. (He’s been telling Baze the truth the entire time. “They dared me to do x.” “Oh.” “I thought it would be a good excuse to see you.” Because it was never about the dare. Not really. Not since that first time.)
“How long did they dare you to stay?” Baze asks, and his voice is this low rumble like thunder during the rainy season, and Chirrut would fall into it forever if he could.
And Chirrut shrugs because he’s actually lying this time. No one dared him to do anything. He just wanted to see Baze.
“How about forever?” Baze asks, cheeks flushed, not looking at him because he can’t, words basically mumbled to the floor.
And Chirrut tackles him into the room, covers him with kisses. Never leaves.
Years later when they exchange their marriage vows, Chirrut starts his out with, “So there was this dare…”