#juusauce

He grabbed my chin and kissed me to seal my lips. I was nervous about what we were doing because people outside might hear us. We are here now in front of the altar inside this small chapel, near the big church, where Suguru and Shoko's wedding will be held.

I knew this would be disgraceful because we did this deed in front of Him, at His altar, but all thoughts of guilt about getting caught vanished when he slid another finger inside me, causing me to moan into his mouth. The risk of being caught only added to the excitement.

I could feel his hardness pressing against my back, and I knew I wanted more. As we continued to explore each other, I couldn't help but wonder if this was just a fling or if it could be something more. Either way, I knew I wanted to savor every moment with him.

"You're too wet for me," he said with certainty.

He really knows how to awaken my desires and make me a wanton woman. I didn't recognize myself. She was different from what I've known. I didn't know I was capable of doing this with him. But there was something about him that made me feel alive and free. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, like I was the only woman in the world. Or maybe it was the way he touched me, with a confidence and gentleness that made me feel both vulnerable and powerful at the same time. Whatever it was, I knew that I didn't want this to end.

His blue ocean eyes stared at me. Those eyes were like a crystal clear blue ocean, full of lust as he licked those juices—my juices in his long fingers. I shuddered with pleasure as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. It was a bold move, but it turned me on even more. We were both lost in the moment, not thinking about anything else but each other. I knew that we had to be careful, but at that moment, I didn't care. All I wanted was him and the intense pleasure he brought me. 

"You taste so sweet as candy..." He whispered into my ear. His ragged breath sent shivers through my spine. "I can't wait to taste your treasured honeycomb." He ran his tongue across his lips. Oh, god! He was so sexy when doing that.

I arched my back, pressing myself closer to him, grinding myself to his arousal. I felt him. He was fucking too hard. And oh, god! He is fucking huge.

I groaned when he pulled away. "Disappointed? Don't worry, I'll be inside of you later," he chuckled. "But it's too early for that."

I rolled my eyes as I was trying to catch my breath. I'm so frustrated. He makes me frustrated! But he just flashed his devilish grin at me.

"Patience is a virtue, my candy." He leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"Please refrain from speaking—" I gasped when he removed my entire dress. I was too surprised when he almost ruined my fucking dress. I felt the sudden cold air on my skin. 

"Oh, god! Are you planning to ruin my dress? Did you know that I didn't have a spare dress for this wedding? If you'll ruin it. Surely, I would be—"

He knelt in front of me, and he made me stop by kissing and nibbling on my thighs, working his way up to my center. I moaned softly, feeling his warm breath against my skin. My heart pounded crazily as he started to explore me with his tongue, and I couldn't help but grip his hair tightly. Every touch, every lick, sent waves of pleasure through my body.

I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. My breath caught in my throat as his hands slid up my thighs, his fingers grazing the lace of my lingerie. I wanted him and needed him. He looked up at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes before pulling my lingerie down and burying his face between my legs. I trembled as he explored every inch of me with his tongue, lips, and fingers, but I was thankful because he held my thighs firmly.

The veins in his arms protruded. Oh, god! His calloused hands caressed my thighs. I moaned, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure that was building inside me.

His skilled movements were driving me wild, and I knew I was on the brink of ecstasy. As I felt my body tensing up, he slowed down, teasing me with light kisses and gentle strokes. I groaned in frustration, but he simply grinned and continued to work his magic. I ran my fingers through his hair, urging him on, and he responded by increasing the intensity of his movements.

The pleasure was so intense that I felt like I was on the edge of something, about to explode. And then, just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he stopped and stood up, pulling me close to him. The sensation was overwhelming, but I felt a bit disappointed because he stopped in the middle of the climax. 

"Why did you stop?" I was so irritated at him. 

"My candy is so impatient, hmm?" he whispered in my ear.

"Didn't you know how thrilled I am to ravish you?" he growled, and I knew that there was no going back.

"I'll take you to the heavens." My heart pounded against my chest, and my labored breathing shows how thrilled I was by the way he looked at me. His mischievous grin did suggest he had something else in mind.

He took my hand and led me towards the altar table, my heart racing with anticipation. As he laid me in there, my center was too exposed in front of him. I suddenly felt a shiver run down my spine as I saw his intense gaze upon me. I want to ask him, 'What was he planning? And why did it make me feel so excited?'

But before I could say anything, he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Trust me. This will be alright." Those words sent a thrill through my body, and I found myself relaxing into the moment.

As he began to trace his fingers and lips lightly over my skin, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me again. Every touch was electric, and I knew that whatever he had in mind, it was going to be unforgettable. With a sense of anticipation building inside me, I closed my eyes and surrendered to his touch.

His words and actions were like fuel for the fire burning inside of me. I had never felt this way before—so alive and consumed by desire. It was as if every nerve in my body was on high alert for his touch.

"Damn it!" I saw him shutting his eyes. "You're so fucking sexy, my candy!" He groaned. I blushed at his words, feeling a mix of excitement and embarrassment. I couldn't deny the attraction between us, and as he leaned in to kiss me and pinned my wrist above my head. He sipped and then licked from my neck down to the upper part of my breast.

His tongue was like a flame, leaving a trail of heat wherever it touched. I couldn't resist his touch and melted into his embrace. My body arched towards him, begging for more. His hands trailed down my sides, gripping my hips tightly as he brought me closer to him. I could feel him. He was so hard, so fucking hard. 

"Oh, god!" I couldn't help but moan in response. His lips found mine again, and we kissed hungrily, lost in our own world of pleasure.

"Oh, god! Satoru," I moaned again.

I was in a trance, lost in the moment, when he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Do you want me to take you slowly?" or hardly?" My heart raced when he said it. 

I knew that I wanted him to take me both ways—to experience the slow and sensual side of him as well as the intense and rough side. 

I shivered with anticipation, eager for what was to come next.

"Whatever you like..." My breath became ragged. "But I would like you to do it very hard." 

Those blue eyes darkened as I helped him unbutton his white dress shirt with his bow. My eyes wandered in his glorious body. I gasped as I ran my fingers across his iron-clad chest down to his six-pack abs. I felt his warmth through my fingertips.

"Fuck!" He said it under his labored breath.

"I want to ravish you." He intently stared at me. "You're so small and yet so fucking gorgeous beneath me." He leaned in and kissed me passionately, tasting the depths of my mouth.

Our bodies pressed against each other, the heat between us igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment. His hands roamed over my body, igniting every nerve ending and sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. This was exactly where I wanted to be—in his arms, lost in the intensity of our desire.

He buckled his belt and quickly opened his zipper to free his hardened length. I eagerly reached for him, wrapping my hand around his shaft and stroking it slowly. He groaned, the sound sending shivers down my spine. I wanted him inside me, filling me up completely.

With a swift movement, he flipped me over onto my stomach, pulling me up onto my hands and knees. I could feel his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, "You asked for it hard, and that's exactly what you're going to get." My body trembled with anticipation as he positioned himself behind me, ready to take me in a way I had never experienced before. I braced myself, waiting for the first thrust, but instead he began to tease me with his hands, tracing circles over my back and down my spine. I let out a frustrated moan, desperate for him to take me.

"Fuck! Satoru, don't make me wait—" He plunged into me with a force that left me gasping for air.

"How's that, my candy?" He whispered.

I moaned softly as my only answer to his question. My mind was clouded with desire as Satoru's thrust got harder, hitting every corner inside me. The sensation was intense, and I couldn't help but grip the altar table's edge hard, like if that's where I get my strength.

Every movement of his hips was like an electric shock, sending me higher and higher until I was on the brink of release. He kept up the relentless pace, driving me to the edge and then pulling back just enough to keep me from falling over. I could feel my body tense; it was like a shock to my system, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I moaned his name, unable to contain the passion that was building inside of me.

"Shhh..." He hushed me while he was slowly thrusting inside me. "Do you want them to catch us fucking each other here, hmm?" He muttered.

I shook my head and closed my eyes as I focused on the sensations that were overwhelming me. I didn't care about anything else at that moment except for the pleasure that he was giving me.

His breath was hot against my neck, and I could feel the tension building inside of him as well. I knew that we were both close and that the climax was coming soon. And then, with a final, deep thrust, he sent me over the edge.

I tried to cry out his name again, but his reflexes were too fast; he claimed my lips. I moaned inside his mouth as the pleasure consumed me, and he followed shortly after, collapsing onto me with a sigh of satisfaction.

As we panted and tangled in each other's arms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. It was as if nothing else in the world mattered in that moment except for us. 

"I think that was the hottest sex we ever did," I mumbled.

He chuckled softly. He gave me a neck kiss while pressing his face into mine. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he whispered, his breath tickling my skin. We stay there for a few minutes, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow. 

But as the moment passed, a sense of guilt crept in. We couldn't just ignore the fact that we were supposed to be at our best friend's wedding. I pulled away from him, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions. "I don't know if we should have done that," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Did you regret doing it with me?"

"No, but—"

"But what, Hime?" He stared at me intently.

"But they will wonder if we are not there."

Eventually, he pulled me into his arms, holding me close. "You know," he said, his voice low and husky, "we don't have to stop here. We could keep going all day if you wanted." I felt a shiver run through me at the suggestion, and I couldn't help but smile.

"You already know we can't…" I leaned forward and caressed his chest.

"Oh, yeah, that fucking wedding." He groaned.

He grabbed my hand when I tried to get up. "Satoru, we need to go back there—"

"I'll clean you up first." He grinned.

"Satoru, I didn't plan to skip Shoko's wedding. I promised her that I would be at her wedding, and I will be the maid of honor."

"But you didn't plan to make love with the groom's best man, did you?" I was unprepared for his question. Did he say we made love? I gasped. I tried to ask him to clarify what he said, but he had already stood to take my lacy lingerie.

I hugged myself to cover my naked body from his gaze. I shivered when our eyes met. His intense gaze could melt me. I couldn't believe he had that intense effect on me.

We had only been seeing each other for a few weeks, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for that level of intimacy.

I tried to compose myself, but when he got nearer, I suddenly felt nervous. He knelt with one knee at me as he cleaned me up. I gasped every time his fingers touched my skin. He noticed that I was slowly getting aroused again, but he concentrated on what he was doing. 

I couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same intensity that I did. Was it just physical attraction, or was there something more? I wanted to ask him, but the words caught in my throat.

As he finished cleaning me up, he kept my lingerie with him. I saw a small smile on his lips. "Instead of attending their wedding, what if we do it again?" he whispered.

"Satoru!"

You swallow the lump in your throat while pretending to smile at them. However, Atsumu realized that you were going to cry. The wetness in your eyes was too obvious. He sighed inwardly as he heard how dick his twin brother was.

He has feelings for you, but he didn't pursue you since you were completely smitten by his brother.

As he balled his fist, his jaw clenched. He truly wanted to punch Osamu for hurting you, the lady he secretly loved. Instead of hurting him, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you into their garden, your favorite spot in their house.

Your tears began to fall as he let go of your hand. He tapped your back gently to relieve the ache. If only that could help. He doesn't know, but it could help you feel better right now.

“Cry as much as you want,” he whispered. He wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your back.

“How about the party?” You ruined their special day by crying in Atsumu's arms today. You consider it a crime to find solace in his arms.

“Don't worry about it. I hate parties anyway," he said.

He appeared to be having fun with his friends, but when he realized you were about to cry, he brought you here.

“I know that look, you are judging me,” he joked to lighten the atmosphere.

“You should be with your friends,” you pushed him softly.

“Y/N, I'm not leaving you. You already know that, hmm?" He stroked your cheeks. His hands on your skin feels so warm, and it soothes you.

"What are you doing?" I am not your responsibility. Your day should be spent with family and friends. Spend the day with happiness rather than a woman like me..." you said. You didn't have the courage to say the word "ugly" in front of him. He was displeased the last time you said it. He doesn't want you to belittle yourself. He is concerned about you and wants you to have faith in yourself. It is important to him that you recognize your own worth and value.

“A woman like you...” His eyes darkened as he brushed his thumb on your lips. “My brother is such an idiot for making you cry.” You feel his breath on your skin as he leans in closer. “You deserve better than that.”

You looked away to ease the awkwardness you felt earlier. You suddenly feel nervous because he has an idea about your feelings toward his twin.

“W-what a-are you talking about?” your voice shudder. You just laugh to hide your nervousness.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” He genuinely asked.

You wanted to say yes, but you couldn't find the right word to say it. You don't want him to feel offended. After all, he helped you escape from that suffocating place. 

You eventually say 'thank you' to him. It might be a good idea to express your appreciation and acknowledge his efforts in helping you.

“You don't need to thank me. I just wanted you to be happy.”

“Why?” You wanted to ask him why he is so kind to you, even though you are too harsh on him sometimes. You wonder if he sees something in you that you don't see in yourself or if he simply cares about your well-being without any ulterior motives. Either way, his kindness touches you deeply.

“Why? " He said. You were uneasy because of his sudden silence and the way he looked away. The tension between you and him returned, as if the conversation had touched a sensitive nerve.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“I don't know if I shall say this to you…” He trailed off. He took a deep breath before he looked at you in the eyes. You could sense that he was struggling to express himself, but you remained silent, waiting for him to continue. After a few moments of silence, he finally spoke up and revealed what was on his mind. 

Your heart was racing as you waited for him to continue. Finally, he said softly, “I've been hiding something from you, something I should have told you a long time ago.”

You gasped. You already sense that he might say the words that you've been dreading to hear. Your heart raced as you waited for him to continue, wondering what could be so important that he had kept it from you all this time.

He stood up, turned around, and brushed his hair. He mumbled something, but it was difficult to understand. He seemed too frustrated. Perhaps he requires some alone time to calm down and gather his thoughts before expressing himself clearly. When he's feeling more composed, you could ask him if he wants to talk about what's bothering him.

“Uhm,” he licked his lower lip before he looked at you straight in the eyes. 

Your breath was taken away for a brief moment as you met his gaze. Your heartbeat was erratic against your chest. You're worried he'll hear it because it was too loud. You attempted to relax by taking deep breaths, but this only increased your anxiety. You wondered if he could sense your nervousness and hoped he didn't.

He was too troubled. This couldn't be the right time to tell you about his feelings for you, but he couldn't help but feel the need to express his feelings for you, even if it meant risking your friendship.

“I've been,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I've been in love with you.” He waited for your response, hoping that you wouldn't feel uncomfortable or awkward around him after hearing his confession. He knew that he had taken a big risk, but he couldn't keep his feelings hidden any longer.

He frustratedly brushing his hair. “I know you didn't feel the same way, but I couldn't bear to hide it any longer.” He wasn't explaining his side to you; rather, he was convincing himself that he did the right thing.

His unexpected confession that night occupied your thoughts for nearly a week. It's been difficult for you to look at him the same way since that night, but you admire his honesty and courage in expressing his feelings. You hope that things will return to normal between the two of you with time.

“What's on your mind, busty?” You got irritated with the way Osamu called you names. You felt insulted. 

Anyway, it was your least important concern at the time. You were more concerned with how to tell his twin of your true feelings. You couldn't possibly reciprocate his feelings for you. You knew it was important to be honest with both of them, but you also didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. It was a hard situation to handle, but you were determined to do so with care and sensitivity.

But what if you don't know how? You're afraid of risking your friendship with both of them. You've known them for a long time and don't want to squander it because of your feelings for Osamu. 

It's understandable to be concerned about risking your friendship, but it's necessary to acknowledge and address your feelings for Osamu. Ignoring them may result in further confusion and potential regret in the future. Consider consulting with a trusted friend or therapist for advice on how to handle this situation.

“Hey! Are you okay? " You jerked back when you felt his hand touch your forehead. It was an automatic reaction from your body.

“Uhm, y-yeah,” you bit your lower lip. You're too embarrassed because your voice shakes. You tried to compose yourself and take deep breaths to calm down, hoping that he didn't notice your nervousness.

“You sure?” You didn't reply at him and just get out of there.

You haven't seen the twins in a long time. You had no intention of seeing them. You're far too preoccupied. You couldn't tell them the truth without being distracted. But you don't have to suffer any longer. You must tell them, and if you do not, you may live to regret it for the rest of your life.

You once asked a friend for advice, but the outcome wasn't great. What might you expect if you asked your friend for some insightful advice? You were disappointed that she was unable to provide you with any sound advice. But you must confront them. You therefore prepare a meal for the three of you. They are getting closer, and your heart is beating fast. The hardest choice you've ever had to make in your life would be this one, but you're hoping everything will work out. You inhale deeply and tell yourself that you have given this some thought.

“You looked so tensed up,” Osamu beamed. “You should relax.” 

You noticed that Atsumu was too quiet during the entire dinner. You appreciate Osamu's concern but can't help but wonder what's on Atsumu's mind. You want to ask him if everything is okay.

You were about to open your mouth when he spoke.

“What do you want to say to us?” You gasped as your gaze met his. His eyes darkened, sending shivers up your spine. You couldn't hold a conversation. You were stuck at the moment. Your heart was pounding too hard against your chest.

“You want me to help you?” It sounded like he was challenging you. If this was just before, then maybe you already have a sarcastic reply to his question, but it isn't.

He flashed his annoying smirk. Honestly, he was too impatient. He was expecting that you will tell Osamu about your feelings, but it seemed that you were doubtful.

Osamu looked too confused. He wants to ask one of you, but before he could, Atsumu spoke.

“I shouldn't be here,” Your lips parted because you were startled. 

“I'm done,” You panicked when Atsumu rushed to leave the restaurant, thinking that you might have done something wrong. You quickly turned to the person next to you, hoping that they could shed some light on the situation.

Osamu just shrugged. 

You were too frustrated, but you stood and followed Atsumu. When you reached the parking area, you abruptly searched for him. You tried to catch your breath as you looked around, hoping to spot him somewhere nearby. The sound of your pounding heart filled your ears as you continued to search.

“Why are you here?” His deep voice sent shivers down your spine. 

Your breath caught in your throat as your gaze met his. You could feel your heartbeat. You'd never felt such a strong connection with anyone before, not even Osamu, and it was both thrilling and terrifying.

“You shouldn't be here. I left you both alone to talk. And perhaps you'll be his…” He paused. Before continuing, he licked his lower lip. “…his girl,” he gulped.

Your lips were parted. There were no words that could escape your mouth. It appeared to be too difficult to express your thoughts. You weren't sure what you were feeling right now. But one thing is certain: since the night he confessed to you, he has messed with your mind and heart.

He groaned. “Y/N, you already know how I felt for you, but still, you are messing with me.”

“I am so tempted to kiss you,” he said, brushing his thumb on your lips. The sudden touch from his took your breath away. 

You try to pull away, but he suddenly snakes his arm around your waist. "Please don't play with my feelings like this," you whisper, looking into his eyes.

“I'm not playing, baby,” he laughed, touching the tip of his nose to yours.

“So what's the deal right now? Are you already falling for me, hmm?” You felt your cheeks warm up as your heart pounded crazily against your chest. 

You're at a loss for words. You take a deep breath and try to relax, hoping for the right words to come to you. Perhaps it is best to simply be honest and speak from the heart.

“I-I'm not sure…” Your breathing became rough. “But one thing is certain: I couldn't get you out of my head.”

You have a crush on your classmate, Tsukishima Kei. He loves to tease people and you’re his favourite one. He’s over-reliant on himself because he’s more intelligent than others. Slightly – not slightly because he's a mean person.  

He’s always making fun of you because you’re always getting the attention of your teacher. You’re always daydreaming in the corner. Thinking about him – the truth even though he’s mean towards you but he’s still your crush. You don’t know why you like this mean guy.

One time, you were embarrassed in front of your classmates. Because you weren't able to answer a Math problem that your teacher asked you to answer. And you suck in that subject so you’re left  dumbfounded. That time you felt you wanna cry – your tears want to fall. But everyone was shocked when Tsukishima stood up and helped you to answer the question.  

Because of his heroic deed, your heart can’t stop beating abnormally. You felt your cheeks blushed so you bowed your head to hide it. After it the teacher let you both sit on your chair and continue his discussion.  

After your teacher left, Tsukishima started teasing you.  

“If I didn’t help you, you wouldn't be able to sit back on your seat.” He wants to piss you off and it  works on you. You’re pissed off.  

“So are you saying that I should be thankful to you?” You angrily put your bag on your desk. While  him, he just laughs at you.  

“What should it be?” He smugly smiles at you and your cheeks turn red because of too much anger.  

You got mad at your own heart because why do you feel flutter at him instead of getting angry? You  didn’t flush because you’re angry but you feel exhilarated at him. Shit! Why is he so handsome? But he’s a mean guy.  

You want to unlike him because you can’t tolerate his mean attitude. He’s always making fun of you – but you’re still very happy every time because he always notices you. Oh my god! Love makes you crazy. It’s like he cast a spell on you. 

“F/n, I won’t like him anymore. I’ll gonna move on him.” You seriously said it but your friend  laughs at your statement.  

“Move on? Why? Is there something between you and him?” It’s like she's gonna fall on her seat while she’s laughing at you. Wtf! Is she your friend? It’s like she’s not supporting your decision.  

“Seriously?”  

It’s tiring to like someone who didn’t like you back. It’s like you two will be enemies forever. Do you want that?

From the first year until both of you reached third year high school he’s still the one your heart wants. You’re so whipped to this guy even though he’s mean towards you. Even you two are always fighting but you’re always communicating – chat with video calls.  

You’re always fighting but always communicating? What’s the meaning of this?  

While you’re sitting on the bench with your friends, they’re talking about the upcoming prom night.  And you, you’re on the corner listening to what they are talking about. Thinking that you’ll never have a partner that day because no one will choose you, because you’re ugly (You feel you’re ugly but in fact, you’re not ugly. You’re not used to fixing yourself.)  

They’re too busy discussing prom night – someone approaches you, it’s Yamaguchi Tadashi. Best  friend of your heartless crush. You were shocked when he approached you since he’s not used to  starting a conversation with you unless when you're a groupmate or when he needs something to ask  you related to schoolwork.  

“Y/N, do you already have a partner on prom night?”  

You’re doubting if you’ll answer him and you don’t know why? You didn’t have a partner on prom  night so you agreed. And it’s better than your teacher will scold you.

Y/N, I don’t want you to be my partner. 

Your jaw dropped, too surprised of Yamaguchi’s text. You wondered why he backed out? You already talked well and agreed that he will be your partner this day and he was your partner during practice. 

Oh my god! Yamaguchi really ditch me today.  You whispered to yourself. You looked so trouble while walking on the hallway.

“Oh? L/N, why you’re alone?” Your teacher asked you while looking at you.

“My partner left me.” You absentmindedly answer your teacher’s question.

“Tsk! That was too dramatic.” You suddenly turned in Tsukishima’s direction when you heard his voice.

“Sorry sir, I’m late.” He raised an eyebrow at you and gave a glance at the teacher in front.

“I’m her partner.” He looked straightly in your eyes. Your heart pumped against your ribcage and heat spread on your cheeks.

He holds your hand. You froze because you’re too tense when you feel his hand holding yours.  

Tonight is prom night. You wear an elegant green gown even though the theme is red. You didn’t follow the dress code so you end up the only one who’s wearing a green gown and for tonight you’re the center of attraction.  

It’s a backless gown and it’s revealing at the front. You’re too nervous because of Tsukishima’s stares. He’s staring at you since he met you at the hallway.  

He was looking at you while you’re friends were too busy taking picture. He wears a black tuxedo.

Oh my god! He’s so handsome.

You look away when your eyes meet. Of course, you’re in the process of “moving on” to your crush but your heart was so stubborn, it never follows you. You still like him.  

As the program started, everyone was too busy participating in those programs made by the student council. But everyone is anticipating this, the cotillion dance.  

You already memorize the steps because of how many times you’ve practiced this but this time it’s different – especially your partner is not Yamaguchi and it’s freaking Tsukishima Kei - your long term crush! You’re panicking inside because of how tense you feel this time. Fast beating of your heart as soon as the music started.  

Tsukishima pulled you closer to him because of too much closeness, you can feel his breath on your left cheek. It made you blush in a sudden. Thank goodness, it’s dark so he won’t notice your reddening cheeks.  

When your eyes meet his eyes, you suddenly feel that both of you were having in your own world. You’re lost  in his eyes. You got teary eyes because you know this man will not be yours.  

Why do I end falling in love with the person who couldn’t love me back? You ask yourself but you can’t find the right answer to this. But you only know you just simply love this man despite his antagonistic attitude.  

You look away and step back to give space.  

“Look at me.” He said.  

“No need. It’s already dark, we can’t be seen.” You replied, secretly swallowed a lump inside your throat.

He didn’t stop. While you’re dancing he’s talking to you. 

“Wtf! Why are you my partner instead of Yamaguchi? We already agreed about it.” You pretended to be angry so he won’t notice that you’re glad it was him. You quietly thank Yamaguchi at the back of your mind because if he didn’t back out, you couldn’t be with Tsukishima tonight.  

“You should be thankful because if I didn’t come you’ll be alone tonight.” He showed his smug face at you which made you angry. 

“Thank you so much.” You said it sarcastically. 

He becomes silent. Finally, there's a peace on Earth but when he’s in the mood to tease you, he would  grab the chance to do it. No one can stop him.  

“You’re a thick face, huh? Wearing a daring gown even though you’re flat-chested.” He laughs at  you.  

You hardly hit him on his chest. “Your day will not be complete if you can’t ruin my day, huh?”  

He laughed at you and then he got silent. He’s just looking at you while you two are dancing. You wanted to take a seat and go to the bathroom, to unleash your feelings – you’re hurt by what he said. You already know you’re flat-chested but why does he need to slap it to your face?  

Letting him talk even though you’re not listening because you already know it’s just insults or words you didn’t want to hear, and also of the loud music you can’t hear of what he’s saying.  

“What?” You exclaimed.  

He takes a deep breath then closes his eyes. It’s timing the music stops when he shouted.  “I like you y/n!”  

You are shocked by what he said. Everyone in the venue gasped and stopped what they were doing when they heard that confession. You were too shy at that moment – all the teachers and even the school’s  principal heard of what he said. You pray and hope that this is a dream but truthfully you’re so glad. He likes you too! He likes you!

You were left dumbfounded. You can’t utter even a single word. Your heart can’t stop beating, faster than ever.

“I know you didn’t like me back because I always tease you. But for me, it’s my way to make you notice me.” He averted his gaze from as his cheeks blushed. He looks so cute when he’s honest. 

“Ah! It’s embarrassing!” Scratching his head even though it’s not itchy. Because of embarrassment,  his ears turned red.  

You still couldn’t utter a single word since your brain is still processing of what you heard.  

“Y/n, I like you. I don’t know when I exactly felt this but I just woke up, my day won’t be complete without you. I’m just teasing you so you could notice me. I want all your attention. I can’t be at ease if I can’t talk to you even though we already saw each other. I’ve realized, I’m falling for you. My family already knows about you because of my annoying brother, he’s always teasing me about you. And my mom always asks me if I'll bring you to our home to officially introduce you.”  

He cleared his throat, still, couldn’t look at my eyes. 

“I even imagine I’m waiting for you at the altar.” Your heart is exhilarated because Tsukishima, your long term crush is also thinking about you.  

“It’s true y/n. He even told me, I won't be able to see the sunrise if I won’t agree to exchange partners with him.” Yamaguchi shouted.  

“What the fuck! Shut up, Yamaguchi!”  

Everyone laughed. You’re crying while laughing. If your crush will like you back, will you not get teary eyes because of too much happiness, aren’t you?  

“Shit! Why I am so emotional today?” He pulled you closer and hugged you.  

“Your dress is too revealing, that's why I tease you. Fuck! You’re exposing too much skin.” He steps back a little then takes off his coat to let you wear it. “It should be me the only one who’ll see everything.”  

He holds your right hand while he’s looking at you with full of adoration.  

“Y/n, let’s end the useless banter we’ve always been doing. Let’s start a new chapter of our life…”  he started.  

“Be mine from this night until forever.” He kissed your forehead and hugged you tightly.  “Seriously Tsukishima? Am I not dreaming, right?”  

“Set aside that, you need to answer my question right now.” Pause. “You’ll be my girlfriend or I’ll  kiss you in front of them?” It was deafening because of the scream of the crowd. It was fluttering inside and even those watching were exhilarated at his sudden confession.  

You’re crying while laughing at his question. Silly! Tsukishima, he’s going to kill you because of too much happiness. “Yes–” He didn’t let you finish your sentence. Stopping you through locking his lips to yours.  

People who are there are screaming because of the joyfulness. And this night is not bad at all. Finally, tonight you’re not single anymore. After all, you’ve got a boyfriend who was your long term crush.

The End!

The sky becomes darker, dusk is coming. It's time to go home—usually he walks you to your home. It's a routine ever since you met two years ago.  

You saw him from where you stood. You attempted to step in his direction but someone interrupted you, Dave. He's your classmate in a minor subject. You didn't know if he intentionally or unintentionally did it. Anyway, he's a friend of yours so why would you think bad about him, right?  

So you're stuck with Dave. He asked you about a project and because of it, you can't tell your boyfriend that you'll go home a bit late.   

You were totally distracted during your entire conversation with Dave. You always glanced at Iwaizumi but he never glanced at your way. He never saw you looking at him because his eyes were busy roaming around and also busy playing with his smartphone, probably. It's like he is ignoring you so when Dave talked to you again, you gave your full attention to him.  

When you and Dave finished talking, you looked around where Iwaizumi stood but he wasn't there anymore.

Did he go home first? You asked yourself.

This is the first time that he left you. Usually the two of you always go home together. He always wanted to be sure that you got home safely. You tried to search for him—look around from where he stood before but there's no one there. The cold air told you that you're alone so you've decided to go home alone for the first time.  

You heaved a deep breath. It made your shoulders lift up a little bit. After a moment, you started to walk towards outside the campus. Suddenly, you heard familiar voice. Of course, it was Iwaizumi's voice. You gladly turned in his direction but that smile slowly faded when you saw his gloomy face.  

"What's wrong, Iwaizumi?"  

His lips twitched then he continues walking silently towards the campus gate. You even ignored the security guard greeting you a 'goodbye'. You're too focused on Iwaizumi. You didn't understand  what's wrong and why's he's being cold all of a sudden.

"Hey! Iwaizumi, why are you acting like this?"  

Iwaizumi's lips twitched. He hated when you called him by his surname. It's like you're being distant from him. He got more jealous towards that guy—of Dave. He admitted to himself that he got jealous of your male classmate because you always spent your time with that guy.  It's like you've been neglecting him for almost a month if he's not wrong.  

"Iwaizumi, talk to me!" But still, he continued walking further away from you. His feelings seem to be getting distant, it's getting so far away. You suddenly felt a little pain in your heart. When he noticed that you're not following him anymore, he stopped and faced you. He took a breath before walking towards you. He couldn't bear to see you far away from him. He always wanted you to be by his side. Although he never said it to you vocally, his actions told you so. But you're still clueless. You wouldn't get it unless he told you.  

"Let's go home." He simply said and turns his back from you. You wanted to talk to him but he never gave you a chance, he started to walk. This is not the Iwaizumi you've known for so years. As you remember, when you two walk home, he always  made sure his pace won't too fast for you—he always made sure you two are walking side by side. 

His pace was faster than usual. You wanted to catch up to him and walk by his side but his steps were too fast for you. It's like you've been running if you follow his steps.

"Iwaizumi, wait for me!" You  wanted to catch his attention but it's like he never heard you. He continued walking as if you're not speaking earlier. You pouted when you realized he's been ignoring you. "You didn't like to talk to me? Then I won't talk back to you also." You wanted to scream it on his face but you stopped yourself and  brushed off the idea that he's ignoring you.  

You walked fast as much as you could. When you caught up to him, you bumped his shoulder. You gave him a 'You're-mad?-Then-me-too!' look. before walking faster than before. You kept on walking and you didn't notice that you're too far away and you mistakenly passed by your street.

Iwaizumi has been repeatedly calling for you but you ignored him. 'I don't want to listen to you!  Screw you!' You wanted to yell that to him but you chose to ignore him. You stopped abruptly when you realized you're in the wrong street. 

"I've been calling you so many times but you never looked at me." He took a deep breath after each word. It's evidence that he ran to catch up to you. He was running out of breath, but you still didn't talk to him. You continued to walk on where you walked earlier.  

You're near your house already, but you're still ignoring Iwaizumi's presence. Usually, before you enter the gate, you would give him a smile and a flying kiss but right now you didn't even spare him a single glance.

When you opened the gate, he suddenly spoke. It made you face him. Crossing your arms with one brow raised. one.  

"I'm going home." His voice was cold. You just nodded and turned your back on him. You wanted to hug him but you stopped yourself from doing it.

'You're mad at him, right?' Your mind says. 'Yeah! I am mad at him!!'

"Really y/n? You wouldn't stop me?" As you looked at his eyes, amusement but anger dominated in his eyes. You mouthed a 'wow' as you heard of what he said. You're surprised by his audacity to speak like that. Honestly, you should be the one mad here and not him, right? Giving you a cold treatment even though you didn't know the reason.  

"You seem mad at me? In the first place, you're the one who's been ignoring me." You turned your back but he spoke. You stopped walking away from him.  

"I got jealous. Are you happy?"  

As you heard it. Your eyes widened because you didn't expect him to tell you that. You faced him and he couldn't directly look in your eyes. There's a little redness on his cheeks. You suddenly laughed at him. He looked so cute when he unconsciously blushed. You wanted to tell him that but of course, you're mad at him. You needed to impose that you're not frail when it comes to him.

'But why did he get jealous?' You asked yourself. You tried to remember what happened earlier. When you remembered that you were talking to Dave, it seemed to ring the bell, but why is he jealous of your classmate?  

"Don't tell me, you were jealous of Dave?" You said as you laughed at him. He frowned at you. He thought about it deeply. He got jealous because you’re always spending time with that brute. In his mind, he already murdered that man.  

"Why are you laughing?" He narrowed his eyes. It's like he is scrutinizing you, wondering why you're laughing at him. "Am I not allowed to be jealous?" He sounded like a sulking kid.  

"Why are you jealous? We're just classmates. You already know that, right?"  

"But it doesn't look like that. You spend a lot of time with that man." He looked away from your gaze. He's acting like a little kid and it's too far away from the usual Iwaizumi Hajime you've known. But he looks so cute when he's jealous. 'Is this really how Iwaizumi Hajime gets jealous?' You laughed  at the back of your mind. He looks so cute when he's like this. Today, you learned a new side of him. 'My boyfriend easily gets  jealous . Noted!' 

"What do you want me to do for us to be okay again?" You asked but he didn't respond.  

You stepped forward and in an instant, you're much closer to him. You could even feel his raging heart. His wide eyes were evidence that he was surprised by your bold move. He wasn't used to you being daring when you're around him. As he recalled, you're shy towards him but right now you were the total opposite of that. A very unusual you.  

"Should I kiss you?" Putting your index  finger on your chin as if you're thinking deeply. You made him gasp for air.  

He cleared his throat and fixed his posture when he saw you looking at him innocently. He immediately recovered from your sudden bold move. A small smile drawn on his lips. He leaned on you to act as if he would kiss you. And now you're finally caught from your idea. You thought he wouldn't do this, in the back of your mind, you never thought this would come.  

You just provoked him and he didn't want you to be the only one who wins here.  

You felt your cheeks heat up because of his sudden move. But you pretended that you're not  affected so you stayed still. You had a staring contest. But because of your move his smile became wider, he was amused. You're not someone who would fight him in this situation but right now you're not being yourself. And he found it entertaining.

He leaned closer and closer, closing the distance between your lips and his. Your heart almost leapt from your ribcage. He saw your sudden reaction and it made him laugh. It gave a little distance between you and him. "Don't you dare provoke me, baby." 

He took a breath before he looked directly into your eyes. And now, you're the one who can't look at him. He suddenly grabbed your hand and intertwined your hands with his. It seemed to perfectly fit with each other, Perfectly matched by heaven. You blushed at the sudden thought.  

Before you could remove your hand, he kissed the back of your palm. "Good night, baby. Sorry, I felt jealous because I was too afraid to lose you."

You gave him a sweet smile before giving him a tight hug.

"You won't lose me because I'm solely belongs to you." You tilted your head as you looked him in the eyes. "I love you, baby."

That made his heart melt. He averted his eyes from you and eventually he smirked.

Oikawa was moving along the crowded street as the lights and music were dancing together. He holds onto the crumpled piece of paper that announces his impending conscription before the month ends. Because of his service in the military, his dream of becoming an engineer was destroyed since the war won't guarantee survival. As he busied himself looking for something, someone attracted his eye. He noticed a pretty girl wearing a red floral dress and a red ribbon as a headband. He assumed she was with her friends because she was happy and playing the piano. He was amazed by her music and...perhaps her beauty. She looked harmless, carefree, and gentle. When their eyes met, he felt a sudden unfamiliar emotion. He gulped. His heart began to beat faster when she gave him a timid smile.

He was sleepy when he arrived at the firm where he was working as an apprentice. He had a hard time falling asleep as he had been thinking about her the entire night. His head almost fell on the counter, but he suddenly woke up when he heard a lovely voice. He was startled by her unexpected appearance, which caused his eyes to widen. He was too nervous to speak, his palms were sweating, and he couldn't even smile. His heart raced when he saw her sweetest smile again.

Throughout the week, he couldn't take his smile off his lips. He believed that was their final encounter, but perhaps heaven wanted them to run into each other once more. They met in a dancing hall. He watched her playing the piano. He couldn't believe he had been in love with her from the moment he saw her. He plucked up the courage to ask her to dance. She laughed when she noticed his trembling hands. Shame caused heat to spread on his cheeks. He was fixated on her the entire time they were dancing. He thought he was the luckiest boy in the hall since he was dancing with the most attractive girl that night.

He wasn't expecting love to show up at the worst possible time. He would get ready for himself after this evening, as he would be sent into a perilous and unfamiliar place. Fear crept inside him, afraid to die. He had never before experienced fear until that moment. He was back in his reverie as she patted his shoulder. She asked him what his problem was since he looked so gloomy after they danced.

As the day goes by, the day of his conscription is drawing near. He was so uneasy and unsure of what would happen to him after being sent there. He missed her touch and her warmth. He wished he could stay by her side, but he had to go to the battleground.

He came to a halt when he heard someone sobbing. His eyes widen when he saw her crying in the middle of the street. It was a cold evening in December and the ground was covered with snow. She nearly slipped, but he caught her. When their gazes met, a flush spread across his cheeks, and his heart raced.

"Why you didn't tell me about the conscription?" She said sullenly. He looked away before telling her the reason.

"It has nothing to do with you-"

"Nothing to do with me?" Tears flowed from her eyes. She looked so mad. Mad at him. "How can you say that? Am I not important to you?"

"You are important to me," she whispered, too enough to hear.

His lips parted. He couldn't utter a word. He was surprised by what she said.

She tip-toed and kissed his cheek. The sudden touch of her lips made his heart race.

"By any chance, do you..," he looked into her eyes. "Do you like me?" he whispered.

He locked his gaze on hers. Their faces were about an inch apart. He was tempted to kiss her, but as he leaned closer, someone cleared their throat.

"Kids, stop kissing in public."

The flush over her cheeks was just too noticeable. He cleared his throat as they stepped back. They were filled with embarrassment. They continue to avoid eye contact and even physical contact.

She wanted to say good night to him, but the atmosphere was still too embarrassing. She bit her lower lip as she looked at him, but when their gazes met, she swiftly diverted her gaze.

He sighed, breaking the silence between them.

"I think,..." He wasn't sure what to say for he didn't want the night to end and he wished to spend more time with her. He'd probably miss her after this.

"I...I need to say good night,..my lady."

Part 2

Edited Note: Hello! I'm done with the part 2. Yay! Anyway, this was inspired by Julie Berry's Lovely War. Because this is a historical au, I have made some changes. I believe people in the nineteenth century were conservative, hence NO KISSES ON THE LIPS IN PUBLIC. Thank you for reading!