Lover's mailbox.ᐟ

ᝰ if someone were in your shoes, they would say that your life was pretty boring. But that was not your case. You’d say that your life was actually entertaining (for you, at least). You like spending the majority of your time playing video games in your own little world. You didn’t have many friends but that’s ok, you didn’t mind. So, as long as you didn’t bother anyone, no one would bother you. So, why is this orange haired boy with chocolate eyes always trying to get to know you? 

It all started with simple and innocent questions. He once asked to copy your maths homework because he completely forgot doing it until that day, two days later he asked if you could help him catching up with literature since he was sick (or not) those days and you were pretty good with that subject. 

But then things started to…well, change.

A few months ago, you were sitting at your usual spot in the cafeteria having your daily snack, as usual, when he appeared in front of you and started eating while you stared at him stunned, and when you asked him “what the hell are you doing here?”, he simply shrugged and said that “you looked lonely”. When he said that you were…surprised. You were always lonely. So, why?

Next, it was in the classroom. When the teacher announced about a group project and she wanted the groups until the end of the class, all of your classmates scattered through the classroom, already creating the groups. And you? Well, you where as quiet as possible trying as hard as you can to stay quiet so you end up the only one left forcing you (or not) to do the group project alone.“Hey, (name) you’re alone aren’t you? How about we do the group project together?” The same orange haired guy that keeps trying (and succeeding) to fit in your daily life, completely ignored his friends calling for him and came to your table inviting you to do the group project with you with a (imaginary) wagging tail and bright smile. You. The antisocial of the class. You couldn’t believe it. You were in shock. In the end, you ended up doing the group project with him. And to make this worst, he started greeting you, every. single. day. “Oh, hey (name)! Good morning!” And you just smile, awkwardly. Because, honestly? You don’t have an answer for this.

Today you decided that you had enough. You already had your fair share of attention from this guy and it’s starting to get overwhelming. When the last class of the day ended, you quickly packed your things and you approached his table.

“Look, i need to talk to you. It’s urgent.” You said coldly. Ichigo looked up at you and you could see his eyes faintly sparkling. “Oh sure!” After you waited for him to pack his things, you quickly took his arm and dragged him to a secluded part behind the school. “Whoa, relax (name)! What happened?”

“You! That’s what happened!” You snapped at him pointing your finger to his chest “why do you keep trying to get my attention? I don’t get it! First, you eat with me, then, instead of doing the group project with your friends, you decided to do it with me! And you started greeting me in the morning! What do want from me?” You almost shout with how frustratingly overwhelming this was for you, because, well, it was your first time getting so much attention from someone. And the worst part? It was working. It was fucking working. You started falling for him. But you were still in denial about it. 

Ichigo, gently took your hand, the one that was pointing at him, and placed it on his cheek with a shy smile and red cheeks.

“You really want to know why am i doing this?”

You opened your mouth but nothing came. Maybe because you were too flustered to speak. So you simply nodded your head.

With your confirmation, Ichigo slowly got closer, lips barely touching, but not completely. To him, This was totally new. He was just as nervous as you. Hell, he could even hear his heart beating like crazy. So, he waited. He waited for your confirmation, again. He wanted to make sure that you felt the same. So, when you didn’t run away, he closed the gap.

This kiss was….messy. I mean, neither of you knew what your were doing. Ichigo didn’t know where to put his hands, so you had to help him, holding his hands and placing them in your hips. Your tongues dancing and fighting for dominance, while you’re mouths were glued to one another not even letting both of you breathe. When the two of you desperately needed air to breathe, you pulled away from gasping like you just ran the marathon and blushing to the very tip of your ears. And his state wasn’t better that yours. Half lidded eyes, sore lips, and blushing even harder than you. 

“So, uh…would you like to-“

“You just kissed me Ichigo.” 

“Is…is that a yes?”

“…what do you think?”

“….”

“…?”

“I’ll take that as yes.”