Boo

The park was quieter at night, the paths washed in soft amber from the lampposts and the distant hum of the city fading into something almost peaceful. A cool breeze brushed past, carrying the faint scent of blooming night jasmine, wrapping around you like a secret shared. You found a little bench and Shoto sat close, his shoulder brushing yours, the subtle heat from his left side chasing away the evening chill. Fiddling with your hands in your lap, you were trying to gather the courage to say what had been circling your mind all evening. A month. It had been exactly one month since Shoto Todoroki asked you out and you started dating, and yet everything about him already felt familiar. Your heart pounded as words bubbled up inside you, words you'd rehearsed a dozen times in the mirror today. “I love you”, they whispered in your mind, simple and terrifying. But when you opened your mouth, embarrassment flooded in like tide. Your cheeks burned and you ducked your head, staring at your intertwined fingers instead. The confession tangled on your tongue. What if it was too raw, too soon?

Shoto turned slightly toward you, gaze fixed on you with his usual quiet intensity. “I didn’t catch it. Can you repeat it?”, he murmured, voice low and gentle, like softly crackling embers. He leaned in closer, and the faint scent of his smoky cologne enveloped you. You tried again, voice barely above a whisper. “Shoto, I…”, but the words tangled in your throat, suddenly too big, too embarrassing. You kept your eyes down, fingers trembling. He leaned in further, tilting his head in curiosity. “Sorry. One more time?”. His free hand lifted to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead. His touch was feather-light but sent a shiver straight down your spine nonetheless. Panicking, you turned your head toward him with the intention to speak louder, just enough so he could hear. But you misjudged the distance and your lips accidentally brushed against his: soft, unintended contact that sent a jolt through you both. For a split second, everything froze. Your eyes widened instantly, breath catching as your brain struggled to process what had just happened. You pulled back just as quickly, face burning hot. “OhmygodImsosorry!", you stammered, hands flying up to your mouth as if that could undo it. "I didn’t mean to!” Shoto blinked, clearly surprised, but not upset at all. If anything, there was a faint softness in his expression, eyes shifting from your lips back to your eyes a couple times. “You didn’t?”, he asked quietly. You rapidly shook your head, mortified. “No! I mean, yes? Well...”. Before you could spiral any further Shoto reached out, his fingers brushing your chin, guiding your face back toward him. “Then I’m glad it happened anyway”. This time, when he leaned forward it wasn’t an accident. What started as a mishap bloomed into a real kiss, slow and exploratory, his warmth seeping into you like sunlight breaking through clouds. The world narrowed to the unexpected tenderness of it, the park fading away, leaving only this serendipitous moment under the stars.

"yoichi are you okay?"

your voice sent jolts of unexpected warmth into his voice. without another thought, isagi squeezed his eyes shut and cupped your cheeks gently while pressing his soft lips on yours. he kissed you tenderly, yet there was unspoken tension through every movement of his lips, as if he was pouring all his admiration for you into that single kiss.

when isagi pulled away, realizing what he was doing, his cheeks flushed into a horrendous shade of beet red. he immediately let you go and practically stumbled backwards.

for the rest of the day, he couldn't meet your eyes. his gaze was glued to everything but you. when it was time to part ways, isagi finally looked at you with obvious fear and humilation.

"i'm sorry!"

"yoichi," you chuckled, "i loved that."

huh?

how did you always manage to mess with his oh so logical brain?

a cheesy smile curled on isagi's lips and again he blushed, cheeks as red as a tomato.

"i loved that too."

𝄞𝄢 bachira meguru.

your kiss with bachira is spontaneous and completely unexpected.

bachira always knew how to catch you off guard, but you never imagined that one day he would randomly press his lips on yours without a warning!

you already knew something fishy was up when bachira's face was too close to yours and his eyes — usually so bright and playful — were scanning your every facial feature, filled with something unreadable.

you try to speak, but you can't help but blush creeping on your cheeks.

"so that's when her ex cheated on her and she—"

your words are cut off when you feel something warm on your lips.

bachira.

your eyes widened for a second before fluttering shut, your brain short-circuiting completely.

his lips taste like honey, mixed with something sweet and distinct you couldn't quite place. it made your head spin and your fingers twitch before instinctively gripping onto the fabric of his shirt.

bachira hummed softly against your lips, the sound vibrating and causing your heart to slam against your chest. you could feel the curve of his smile. of course he was smiling. he thought this was another shitty teasing game again riigghtt?

after a long moment, bachira released his lips from yours. both of your lips were swollen, puffy and pink from the deep, shared intimacy.

you stared at him, breath uneven and mind still processing everything that just happened.

"...meguru," you breathed. "you just kissed me."

bachira tilted his head, watching you closely before breaking into that familiar, teasing grin.

"yeah," he giggled like the kiss didn't phase him one bit.

bachira leaned in again, slower this time. your noses booped against each other.

"that was fun. let's try again!"

𝄞𝄢 itoshi rin.

it's difficult having a crush on rin.

you can never understood how he's feeling. some days either shooting you the dirtiest look ever but he's blushing. other days, he ignores you completely after slipping in a random compliment into a conversation.

you're always left wondering about your relationship with him.

that's why when you leaned closer to his face earlier, you were left horrendously confused. rin's cheeks were bright pink, but he was giving you that familiar stank eye, browns knitted together like your existence was inconveniencing him.

you wanted to test the waters — to understand if rin was also reciprocating the same feelings as you — but his cold-ish expression left you too humiliated to push things.

it was getting harder and harder to focus on the movie playing on the tv screen. maybe you should've never agreed to watching 'return to silent hill' with him at his house.

your attention was not on the movie at all and rin could sense it.

suddenly, rin sighed and you felt painfully aware of the close proximity between you two. he was seated so close to you—so close to the point you can feel his body warmth seeping through his clothing, brushing against your arm every time either of you shifted slightly.

"i can't take this anymore," rin muttered. "you're irritating me."

again, you were left confuzzled.

"what do you mean rin?"

suddenly, rin's hands were cupping your cheeks while gently — but firmly — pulling your face closer. his teal orbs flickered down towards your lips for a brief moment before locking on your eyes.

"did you know you're so confusing?"

your jaw almost dropped at his words.

HE was the one confusing you. unalike him, you've been throwing the most obvious signs of interest and romantic feelings.

"rin please elaborate."

he didn't elaborate. instead, he smashed his lips onto yours. the kiss was messy, rushed, and slightly uncoordinated. your mind went blank, but your body responded to each and every movement.

was this his way of elaborating?

after a long moment, rin pulled away. the two of you were breathless with swollen, pink lips.

"what?" rin scoffed, but his grip on your face didn't loosen.

again, you couldn't tell if he was being purposely indifferent to hide any embarrassment or if this was just how he was.

"...you're still confusing me."

𝄞𝄢 itoshi sae.

you've tried everything to make sae like you.

you attended practically every single one of his matches, wearing HIS jersey. you made meals for him that were perfectly aligned with his strict athlete diet. you were there for him when nobody else was.

but it always felt like you couldn't deepen things with him—you were left friend zoned always.

on one evening, you were stalking his instagram page. this was a regular occurrence—lying on your couch while you looked through his profile, refreshing instagram every moment to see if he uploaded a new post or story.

you clicked on his profile picture, zooming into the image. it was just a picture of him dribbling a soccer ball. the photo was clearly taken by a professional photographer. it captured his love for soccer and his handsome features that glowed every time he participated in his devoted passion.

two buzzing notifications almost made you drop your phone on your face.

sae: hey

sae: i'm outside

what a coincidence. stalking sae's page and there he was right outside your home, waiting for you to let him in.

you stumbled off your couch, rushing to your front door while frantically smoothening your hair, attempting to fix your appearance as much as possible.

swinging the front door open, your excitement rose to the sight of sae simply standing there, dressed in a plain, loose white shirt and cuffed nike sweats, looking effortlessly handsome as usual.

sae was holding a lovely bouquet—your favorite flowers in particular. he stepped inside your house and handed the bouquet to you.

"for you," he murmured, leaving you surprised and glued to your spot.

"s-sae! what is this for??" you chuckled lightheartedly, "you didn't need to!"

"i want you to know that i care about you. this small gift is nothing compared to what i feel for you."

huh?

did sae possess the same feelings you had for him?

sae leaned down and brushed his lips against yours.

"sorry if this was too abrupt and random," sae murmured, scratching his neck awkwardly while avoiding your eyes. his ears were red and his cheeks were slightly rosy.

was the itoshi sae breaking his composure? in front of you?

"sae you—"

"be mine."

𝄞𝄢 nagi seishiro.

for months, you've been exchanging small, intimate moments with the lazy genius—linking pinkies on walks, cuddling and conversing late at night until you both dozed off, gazing into each other's eyes like you two were the only people alive.

over time, you've grown feelings for him. it felt like love, but you left your feelings unlabelled. and it was all nagi's fault.

whenever you tried to initiate something deeper with him, he pulled away. it made your chest ache, but then again, you couldn't force him to be with you.

you endured it — his head resting on your shoulder while he slept, his fingers absentmindedly tracing invisible shapes on your skin, the way he'd mumble your name when he was half-asleep as he pulled you closer — even though it was destroying you internally.

maybe nagi was having a major influence on you because you stopped trying. you settled for what you had.

one night, you were lying in beside him again, the room dimly lit from the glow of his phone. nagi was engrossed in a video game, fingers tapping away at the screen.

on the other hand, you were staring up at the white ceiling like it held the answers to all your unspoken questions and sadness.

today your chest felt extra heavy.

your finger brushed against his, hesitating for a split second before hooking your pinkie around his like you always did.

nagi immediately turned off his phone and rolled closer to you. that should've been a good thing, but your chest tightened regardless.

"..mm?" he hummed, grey eyes half-lidded.

"nothing," you you whispered, pulling your hand back. "it's nothing important."

nagi was quiet for a while, but then he sighed softly. he shifted closer and closer to you until your chests were pressed together.

"you've been weird lately," nagi mumbled. he reached out to your face, placing his thumb on your lips.

"and you're the weird one," you retorted.

nagi's usual plain expression softened into a smile. he inched his face closer to yours until your noses were booping.

"explaining my feelings are a hassle."

he suddenly closed the small distance between you two, pulling you into a delicate, chaste kiss. his lips were gentle and warm, quite surprising since he never wore lip balm.

when he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, breath warm against your skin.

"that's how i feel for you," he murmured. "dunno how to show you with words."

his hand found yours again, this time not just your pinky. his fingers slipped between yours properly.

your entire demeanor changed, mood suddenly softening. your chest felt lighter and your heart felt at ease.

you blinked, completely dazed. "oh.."

"yeah," nagi smiled. "being with you isn't a hassle."