#leaveee

𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢

Him, but probably as an accident. Listening to you ramble about something or another when the look in his eyes turns warm, welcoming a sense of infatuation you never noticed before. Isagi wanted to be the one to say it, to show you how much you truly meant to him, how he noticed every detail about you, the changes in your hair, the slight tire from staying up studying, he noticed everything, and he hoped you did the same for him. That infatuation brought you to look a little deeper than before. Maybe it was the way his lips pouted, and his eyes never left yours, the way his hand gently moved to capture yours. Isagi’s eyes held such grace of warmth that it never felt the same when you looked him in the eye, glad to say he was suave enough to say it in three words. 

𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨

You, the lazy bastard only burning your face into that (incapable to confess) consciousness of his. Nagi was never one for words, but he couldn’t seem to shut up when it came to you, spending all your lunchtime using his mouth to blabber rather than chew. Something you could have never expected from a guy as sluggish as him. But the passion he had for you burned the same way it did for football. Nagi never wanted to let you go, let alone lose you. So when the conversation steered to another man, his dodgy phrase went along as, “Forget him, I’m the only one you need to focus on”. The cherry tint on his cheeks gave you enough to infer, a grin to return to his jealousy. “I like you Seishiro, I don’t need him”. His eyes glistened as they shot up to stare at you, filled with fluster as he realized you beat him to the punch.

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Him. It would be at a random instance, no day of the year in particular, just a day. The best of it was his setup. Bachira was a passionate man when it came to his interests, one of them being you. Of course, the two of you had been getting along quite easily, and with a person as fascinating as him, you could hardly call yourself bored at any moment with him, because it was always unpredictable. Keeping up with the prestige of unpredictability was hard, but determination never left Bachira. So the day he showed up at your house, early in the morning when even the birds were asleep, he knocked on your door and handed you a bouquet of freshly picked wildflowers, a surprisingly cohesive set at that. Before you could even question him on his antics, he spoke, “I know it’s early, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I like you,” His adorable lopsided grin made your heart chatter, as your flush faced his in the crook of his neck.

𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

Him, trying to fit his superhero model, he pushed past his biggest fear, the fear of rejection. The two of you had been friends and knew each other plenty, but the growing swell of his heart made him too nervous to sacrifice his cherished friendship with you. You were a sunshine he couldn’t bear to think of having removed from his life, but at the same time, he would do anything to keep you in it forever. He wanted it to be forever, beyond just a friendship. When the two of you walked home from the snack shop, back to the computer café, he decided to stop you. The sunset gleams behind your perfect face, bringing out every feature of refined beauty. Your head tilted slightly, confused and curious at his sudden request, “Let’s talk,” but he was too preoccupied with your charm. “Well,” He let out a deep breath, he really was beginning to regret his impulse, “I don’t want to be friends with you anymore.” What. His eyes went wide as he realized what he said, and quickly took in the sheer anguish. Your charming eyes quickly bore tears as you hung your head. “Not like that!” He hid his face in his hands, not daring to peek as you whipped up to look at him, noticing to bright red tips of his ear. “I like you...” 

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