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❥ 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳: 𝘕𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭
❥ 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘦
❥ 𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘺: 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
❥ 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘜𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦: 𝘔𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘈𝘜
╰──➤ 𝙇𝙀𝙁𝙏 𝙊𝙉 𝙎𝙀𝙀𝙉
Today is the day.
I'm going to confess to Kazuha.
By text, of course. I know he lives right down the street, but I've tried multiple times to tell him in person and I always got nervous, making up some other excuse.
"Kazuha...?"
"Hm?"
"I have something to tell you."
"What is it?"
"Um... I... Got an A on my poetry assignment today!"
"That's great, Y/n! I'm glad your talent is being recognized."
I feel humiliation overwhelm me at the memory. Only one of many examples I could give. I pace around my room, phone in hand, while I type my message. I lost count of how many times I've rewritten it, to be honest.
It's okay. It's okay. He'll still be your best friend, even if he doesn't like you back, and he probably doesn't, but he deserves to know about this. Right? Right.
My hands are trembling as my thumb hovers over the 'send' button. I take a deep breath and press.
Me
Kazuha, I have something to tell you.
sent 10:23 pm
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Yeah, I originally planned on sending an entire message with my confession at first but then I thought it might be a bit overwhelming for him so I chose not to.
🍁Kazuha🍁
Yeah?
sent 10:23 pm
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"Oh my god, he already replied, was he watching while I was typing?" I whisper under my breath.
Me
Mentally prepare yourself for this, ok?
sent 10:23 pm
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🍁Kazuha🍁
Okay...? Is this something I should be worried about?
sent 10:24 pm
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Me
Idk yet...
sent 10:24 pm
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🍁Kazuha🍁
Well, you can go ahead.
sent 10:25 pm
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Me
Ok...
sent 10:26 pm
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"Okay, let's do this. We can do this. I will do this," I say, trying to make myself feel better. I type out my response and stare at it for another five minutes before hitting 'send'.
Me
Kazuha, I like you. As in... more than a friend.
sent 10:32 pm
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"HE SAW IT!" I yelp, throwing my phone onto my bed in fear, as if a demon just crawled out of it.
I glance at the screen and see that he hasn't responded, and he's not even typing anything. Fear strikes me and I immediately go to delete the message, but I stop, knowing it's useless. He already saw it, what will deleting it do? If only I could erase his memory. Tears prick the corners of my eyes but I promptly wipe them away before they can fall. I don't want to cry over this. Crying won't fix it.
A few minutes pass before I hear a knock at the front door and leave my bedroom, going to the living room. I look through the small window on the top of the door, trying to see if it's a serial killer or something. It's late, after all.
But then I see Kazuha.
I swing the door open, startling myself as the doorknob slams against the wall.
"Ah... I didn't mean to do tha-"
Suddenly, Kazuha cups my face in his hands and presses his lips against mine softly, as if he's afraid I'll break like glass. My eyes widen before I shut them tightly and respond to the kiss, resting my hands on his shoulders.
Is this happening right now!?
He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me against him, causing my already crimson blush to darken. My stomach feels like it's exploding from all the emotions I'm feeling right now. He finally leans back, disconnecting our lips, and I inhale sharply.
"I like you too," he says with a soft smile.
He looks adorable. With a massive blush on his face, his loving smile, and his gentle eyes, I want to spontaneously combust. I don't think I've ever seen such a beautiful sight. I realize the door is still wide open.
"The door-"
He quickly uses his foot to close it, not willing to break contact with me. I smile.
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"Why did you confess through text?" Kazuha asks as we sit on my bed with our backs against the wall.
"I tried to say it in person a lot, actually, but I always ended up being too nervous to tell you..." I sigh. "You really scared me for a second there, I thought you hated me!"
"Huh...?"
"You left me on seen for a good ten minutes!" I mention.
"Oh. I'm sorry," he mutters. "It took a bit of time for me to process... And then I decided to come here so I could respond in person."
"It's okay," I say. "But... Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Why do you like me? I think... it's something I need to hear..." I mumble, embarrassed.
"I think you can find that out as we go," he smiles, taking my hand and squeezing it. "But for now, I'll say... I love everything about you."
My face flushes red and I look away, holding his hand tighter, "Everything...? Really?"
"Everything."
"You don't even know everything about me..."
He puts his other hand on my cheek and turns my head to face him, "Then I look forward to finding out. I'd be glad to see your roses and your thorns."
"Poetic as always, hm?"
"I suppose."
He's quiet for another minute, but it seems like he has something he wants to say. I wait patiently until he clears his throat and his smooth voice fills the air once more.
"Y/n..."
"Yeah?"
"Can you kiss me? Please...?"
I'm temporarily stunned by his question, and the way he's looking away with a red face. His hand has now dropped from my face, and I notice he's using it to fiddle with the bottom of his top. Without saying anything, I lean over and slam my lips onto his, clearly surprising him. I can tell by the way he flinches at the contact. My eyes are shut tightly and I feel him move his lips along with mine, so I smile into the kiss. Eventually, we part and gaze into each other's eyes. He speaks first.
"Well... If you want specifics, I love the way your lips feel..."
"K-Kazuha-!?"