#mitsui x reader

The third game — but the first I could attend since arriving in Japan—was against Takahata High School, and I could feel the tension in the gym. It was my first time seeing the team in action since I arrived in Japan, and there was so much to absorb.

Shohoku started strong, but there was a hiccup when Sakuragi fouled out in the first half. Ugh, classic Sakuragi, I thought, but honestly, he was still strong on the boards. His rebounds were getting better, and I could see how much potential he had. But for now, he was still a bit of a novice in terms of fundamentals. I was already brainstorming some drills that could help him refine his skills, especially in terms of accuracy and timing. After all, his energy could be a huge asset if we could smooth out the rough edges.

Mitsui, on the other hand—Hisashi—was a true veteran. His 3-pointers were still deadly, even though I could tell he was still holding back. He was here, but it was clear that something was off. His injury, the one I saw him nursing when he arrived late to the game, seemed to be bothering him, but he pushed through. I knew his history with injuries made him a bit more reserved about his physical limitations, but it didn’t seem to stop him from sinking those threes. What a beast, as always.

As for the rest of the team, the bench was weak. I could see it during regular practice, and I knew we needed to push them harder. So when the team lined up for their warm-up laps before the next game, I decided to jump in. I ran behind them, Ayako’s fan in hand, waving it as a motivational tool. Run, boys, or you’ll get whipped!

I wasn’t about to let them slack off. My pace matched theirs, and I made sure no one tripped or injured themselves. I’m fast, sure, but I also wanted them to know I was there for them. My court name in the USA was "Speedy," and that was no joke. I wasn’t just quick on offense—I could run with the best of them when it came to conditioning. Wait until they find out I have an alter ego, I thought with a smirk. But that’s irrelevant for now.

The fourth round came, and we faced Tsukubu High School. Sakuragi fouled out again, this time in the second half, which didn’t help matters. But the team still pulled through and managed to win. We advanced to the quarterfinals, and I could feel the momentum building. But something was still nagging at me. It wasn’t just about the team—it was about Hisashi.

I couldn’t ignore the remnant injury on his face, the one he succumbed to since the Takahata game. He’d shown up late, and I noticed the strain on his body as he moved. Was it something that happened before he arrived? I wasn’t sure, but I knew something was off. The way he seemed distant, yet still engaged on the court, made me wonder.

After the fourth game ended, I approached him, trying to bridge the gap between us. “How are you feeling?” I asked softly.

There was a brief pause. I could feel the awkwardness in the air, but I didn’t care. I wanted to make sure he was okay. He turned to me, his expression unreadable for a moment, before he finally spoke.

“I'm okay,” he said quietly, his voice almost a whisper. “Thanks for asking, Lin-chan.”

He’s still calling me by my first name… I couldn’t help but smile a little. That’s a good sign.

“I heard from my cousin. I’m glad you’re doing better,” I said, giving him a gentle smile.

There was an almost imperceptible change in his face—like something shifted. A tiny smile appeared, and then, before I could react, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder in a tight squeeze.

It wasn’t dramatic or overly emotional, but it was enough to make me pause. I looked at him, and his grin—subtle but there—was enough to make my heart skip a beat.

“Welcome back…Lin,” he said softly—with that emphasis on my first name.

I had to take a deep breath to keep my composure. Okay. OKAY, this is fine. I smiled, keeping it together. “Thanks, Hisashi. I’m happy to be back,” I said, my voice steady, but there was a softness behind it. Then, quietly, I added, “...and to see you again. It’s been awhile. I missed you.”

"Watch and learn," I say with a grin, not waiting for any response from the guys or anyone else. Without hesitation, I dribble the ball from the entrance and immediately pull off a fast break. The Shohoku team members are too stunned to react in time, and within seconds, I’m dashing and dancing around them. The ball had been hurtling toward a random bystander, but in a flash, that bystander—me—was zigzagging her way through the court.

First, I slide past Miyagi with a quick cut to the left, then Kogure as I use a behind-the-back dribble to evade him. And then there’s Mitsui, without recognize him at the time. He tries to block me, but I step around him, my quick footwork making it impossible for him to catch up. They’re all too stunned to do much else, watching as I flow across the court.

Now comes the real challenge: Rukawa and Sakuragi. I see the height difference between us, and I know they’re likely going to try to stop me. Rukawa moves first, but I fake left, then go right. It’s too fast for him to adjust, and by the time he turns around, I’m already past him. Sakuragi, presumably the tallest player on the court, attempts to move into position for a block, but I’m already too quick. I sidestep him with a smooth spin and finish with a lay-up — *swoosh* — easy.

After that stunt, I felt a rush of satisfaction. My grand entrance was a success.

I scan the court for familiar faces—Coach Anzai, Takenori, and Ayako, who’s watching me intently. After spotting them, I walk over to introduce myself.

"Pardon my tardiness. I got lost until the four gentlemen guided me here," I say, gesturing at the four guys still standing by the entrance. "Won’t happen again, gentlemen," I add, giving my cousin a formal nod. "…And to you too, Mademoiselle, feel free to call me Lin," I say to Ayako with a wink, savoring the playful tone.

From the corner of my eye, I notice a shift in the air. The first guy I passed—Ryota Miyagi—looks a little... jealous? I can almost hear the thoughts running through his mind. Wait, does he think I’m hitting on a woman? Or does he think I’m a dude? I turn around, meeting his gaze, and that’s when he realizes his mistake.

“Wait, you’re a girl?” he blurts, clearly startled.

I smile and turn back toward Takenori and Coach Anzai. "Isn't it about time for a proper introduction so we don’t get any more… misunderstandings?"

Takenori sighs, clearly used to the antics of his team, and Coach Anzai chuckles softly. The two of them share a knowing look before Takenori gathers the team’s attention.

“Alright, listen up, everyone,” Takenori begins, his voice commanding the room. "This is Lin Akagi. She’s a point guard for the women’s varsity basketball team in the US and is slated to take over as the captain of her team once she starts her final year of high school, after summer break ends.”

The team listens intently as Takenori continues, “She volunteered to help us this summer as the assistant coach. Her knowledge and experience, especially her American training and playing style, will be invaluable to us as we prepare for nationals. We need all the assistance we can get to maximize our chances of winning.”

I don’t add anything to the introduction. Instead, I bow slightly, my classic American-style smile tempered by the seriousness of the moment. As I straighten up, Coach Anzai adds his own thoughts.

"Like Mitsui, Miss Lin was a district MVP for her middle school, when she still played in Japan. Her continued involvement in basketball in the US is a testament to her dedication. I look forward to seeing her methods and urge all of you to be open-minded.”

As the room settles, I glance toward Mito back at the door and give him a wink. Now you know, Mito. ;)

A few murmurs fill the room, but it’s the reactions from two players that stand out. First, there’s Sakuragi.

“Lin...san...are you Gori’s sister?” Sakuragi asks, his face full of confusion.

“Gori?” I blink, genuinely puzzled. "What’s that?"

“If you’re Gori’s and Haruko-san’s sister, that means I’ll call you Akagi-neesan,” he declares with a big grin, clearly proud of his deduction.

I blink again, and before I can respond, Ayako whispers in my ear, “Sakuragi has feelings for your cousin, Haruko.”

Oh. Oh! I think to myself, a realization hitting me. So, he’s trying to get on my good side to get welcomed as a brother-in-law? A mischievous grin forms on my face. Very well, we’ll play this game.

"Whatever makes you happy... Hana-chan!" I say, using a casual, nonchalant tone, giving him a sweet smile. "Good thing you're so cute!" followed by a teasing wink.

The reaction is instantaneous. Sakuragi’s face turns bright red, and the entire room bursts into laughter. Mito, Noma, Ohkusu, and Takamiya all crack up, and even Coach Anzai chuckles. The laughter spreads, with Sakuragi trying his best to hide his embarrassment.

I grin, satisfied with the chaos I’ve caused. After a few more moments of laughter, I lean toward Ayako and whisper, "This will be an interesting summer. I'm glad I got here when I did and not a day later!"

Ayako smiles warmly. "It’s going to be fun," she agrees, clearly enjoying the lighthearted moment.

Takenori sighs, shaking his head. "Bunch of idiots..." he mutters, though I can see the affection behind his words. Whatever, you know you love me, Taka-nii.

Coach Anzai chuckles deeply, his hearty laugh filling the room. "Oh ho ho ho ho," he booms, thoroughly entertained by the scene.

The afternoon sun beat down as I made my way toward the gym, mentally kicking myself for forgetting to ask my cousins how to get to the specific building. "Darn, I should've asked so I don’t wander around. At this point, I’ll definitely be late… NOT a good impression!" I muttered to myself, a little pout creeping onto my face.

Oof, I definitely stand out, which makes me look even more suspicious... I thought to myself, glancing down at my outfit. Tall, wavy-but-short pixie cut, a bit of curve, curvier than what you'd expect from an East Asian thanks to my American diet, on both top and bottom—only to be emphasized by an intentionally oversized collared shirt tucked into my faux jeans. At least I was wearing sneakers in case I needed to run.

I walked a little further, trying to shake the feeling that I was completely out of place here, when I suddenly noticed a quartet of men walking together, heading in the same direction. They looked... sketchy, but not? Something about them seemed off, but they didn’t seem threatening. Hmm, what harm is it to ask them? Eh, what the heck, why not?

"Hey guys, do y’all know where I can find the basketball gym? I promised several people I'd be there by the top of the hour," I asked, trying to sound as casual as possible. I didn’t care who answered me at this point—even an ‘I don’t know’ would’ve sufficed.

The guys stopped, sizing me up for a moment. I couldn't help but wonder if they were staring because of my appearance—was it because I was half-Japanese, half-Chinese, or was it just that I didn’t look like I belonged? Either way, one of them, a guy who looked to be the leader, gave a friendly grin and answered.

"We’re about to head there to watch our friend practice. You can come with us," he said, nodding toward the gym.

“Thanks! I appreciate it. Show the way, kind sir!” I replied, lightening the mood with an exaggerated gesture—like a gentleman asking a lady to dance, though I didn’t extend my hand. I didn’t expect to make anyone laugh, but it worked. The leader chuckled, and the other three guys seemed to brighten up, too. The atmosphere lightened, and the awkwardness I’d felt earlier started to fade.

The leader, still laughing, noticed that I wasn’t a student or staff. "So, what brings you to the gym, exactly? You don’t look like you're from around here."

I could tell there was a hint of caution behind his friendly tone, like maybe someone else had tried to get in with ulterior motives before. I tucked that thought away in the back of my mind and shrugged it off. "Oh, I’m just here to help out. You know how it is," I said with a grin.

As we walked toward the gym, I chatted casually with the four guys. The leader introduced himself as Mito Yohei, and the rest of the crew were Noma, Ohkusu, and Takamiya.

"Nice to meet y’all. I’m Lin Akagi. You can just call me Lin," I said with a smile. "I’m about to start 12th grade... Wait, no, high school year four? No, you don’t have that in Japan. Oh wait, THIRD YEAR! Sorry, I always mix up the US and Japanese school systems," I laughed, feeling a little embarrassed.

The guys chuckled at my confusion, and Mito nodded. "Don’t worry, we get it. The school systems are way different."

The group subsequently exchanged looks, clearly intrigued by my last name. Mito raised an eyebrow. "Akagi... Are you Captain Akagi’s relative? I didn’t know he had two sisters!"

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, no, I’m not the captain’s sister. I’m his younger cousin. And I take it you know his actual sister, Haruko? She’s my younger cousin. I’m staying with them for the summer. We may be cousins, but they might as well be my siblings, even though I live far away in the US,” I explained with a light chuckle.

"Ah, that explains it!" Mito said, his tone brightening. "Well, I can’t wait to see how Hanamichi responds when he meets a third Akagi."

I blinked at that. “Hanamichi? Is that by any chance the same person as Sakuragi? I think Haruko mentioned him when we were talking about my job expectations here,” I admitted, pondering.

“Job?” Takamiya asked, looking puzzled.

“Haha, wouldn’t you like to know?” I teased with a mischievous grin. "You’ll know soon enough after I properly introduce myself. But first, the gym! Are we getting close?”

“We are,” Mito said, pointing to the building ahead of us.

Just as we neared the open doors, I prepared to thank them when something unexpected happened. A basketball came flying toward me from inside the gym, hurtling toward my face.

“WATCH OUT!” someone yelled.

Instinct kicked in, and I raised my arms, blocking the ball. Miraculously, I managed to catch it midair before it hit the ground.

“Whew, that was dangerous. You guys okay?” I asked, turning to the four guys, who had clearly passed the door just before the ball flew toward me.

“We’re fine, but you? Nice block!” Noma called out.

“I know more than just blocking, gents. Watch and learn,” I said with a wink, preparing for my grand entrance. After all, my faux jeans stretched comfortably, and my sneakers were made for moments like this.

The evening air was cool as I settled into the familiar warmth of my cousins' house. After a long flight, the aroma of dinner being prepared in the kitchen instantly put me at ease. Haruko was already excitedly setting the table, while Takenori—always the calm, collected one—was making sure everything was in order.

“Lin-nee, you’re finally here!” Haruko chirped, bouncing up to give me a hug. “I can’t believe you’re back! We’re going to have so much fun this summer!”

I grinned, returning her embrace. “I know, right? I’ve missed you.”

Takenori, as always, greeted me with his characteristic smile. “Welcome home, Lin. You must be tired after the flight. We’ve got dinner ready for you.”

“Thanks, Taka-nii,” I said, feeling my excitement rise as we sat down to eat. The warmth of the food and the conversation made me feel like I was truly back where I belonged.

As we dug into our meal, the conversation shifted to more serious matters. Takenori looked at me thoughtfully, his expression one of quiet determination.

“So, Lin, now that you’re here, I want to make sure we’re on the same page. We’ve got a lot of work ahead, and I want to get a feel for what you’re hoping to accomplish while you’re with us.”

I nodded, taking a sip of my drink. “Well, I was hoping to gain some insights that I could use for my own team back home. I think working with Shohoku’s team could help me improve as both a player and a leader, especially with the plans I have for college basketball.”

Takenori smiled. “That’s exactly what I was thinking. But I also want to know how you see your role here. It’s not just about getting the experience—it’s about helping the team, too.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “What are you hoping to achieve with the team this summer? Any specific goals or benchmarks you’re aiming for?”

Takenori paused, his gaze serious. “Ultimately, we’re aiming for nationals. We’ve got some new talent this year, but I want to make sure everyone’s working together. Our key players need to perform, and we need to maximize our potential as a team.”

Haruko chimed in, practically bouncing with excitement. “With Sakuragi and Rukawa joining, we definitely have a chance! They’re both incredible players, and I think they’ll really help us make a push for the top!”

I took mental notes, filing away the names of the first years, the two new players Haruko was so excited about. But one name stood out in my mind, causing me to pause for a fraction of a second before continuing the conversation.

“Hisashi,” I said softly, then quickly added, “He returned this year, right?”

Takenori nodded, his expression proud. “Yes, Mitsui’s back. He’s come a long way, and I’m proud of how he’s turned things around. Despite everything, he’s become an integral part of the team.”

My heart gave a small flutter at the mention of Hisashi. He’d been a big part of my life growing up, and I couldn’t help but wonder how things would play out when we finally saw each other again. But I pushed those thoughts aside. There were bigger things to focus on.

“I’m curious,” I began, “if I start implementing a few strategies that might seem unorthodox by Japanese standards, will that be too shocking? They’re normal in the US, but I’m not sure how the team will take to them.”

Takenori shrugged, his demeanor calm. “Don’t hold back, Lin. If you think something will help the team, do it. But if you’re worried about how it will be received, you can always consult with Coach Anzai.”

I smiled, remembering the name. “Ah, yes. Coach Anzai. I remember Hisashi gushing over him and saying that Coach Anzai was the reason he chose Shohoku. He even turned down Kainan, just like I did,” I chuckled.

Takenori laughed. “He’s right. Coach Anzai is the real deal. He’ll support any strategy if it’s for the good of the team.”

I nodded, mentally filing away the suggestion to consult Coach Anzai if needed. It felt reassuring to know that I could rely on his expertise.

Then, I shifted the conversation to the upcoming matches. “So, who do we need to watch out for on the other teams? We’ve got a match against Takahata High School coming up. What should I know?”

Takenori thought for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Takahata’s High has a solid lineup, and their big guy is a force in the paint. Luckily we’ll have time to prepare. Use that time wisely.”

I mentally calculated the timing, nodding in agreement. “Got it. This is a pretty big bet you’re banking on, Taka-nii. I mean, you’re trusting me with your team’s future here. I hope my time here can really make a difference.”

Takenori smiled softly, his eyes warm with trust. “I have faith in you, Lin. You’re not just here to help us—this is an investment in your future too. I’m glad we’re doing this.”

I couldn’t help but feel a little lighter, reassured by his words. But before I could let the conversation settle, I couldn’t resist.

“So… Hisashi has really come back?” I murmured, more to myself than anyone else.

Haruko, noticing the change in tone, leaned forward eagerly. “Lin-nee, you still care about Mitsui-sempai, don’t you?”

I looked down, fiddling with my chopsticks. “I won’t let that interfere with my coaching job. But yes, I do miss him. We lost contact, and... it’s been hard. I still don’t understand why he stopped writing. But I don’t want to let that affect things now. I’m here to help, and I’ll focus on that.”

Takenori placed a hand on my shoulder, his voice reassuring. “You’ll figure it out, Lin. And you’ll see him soon enough. Just take it one step at a time.”

I nodded, trying to push aside the nervousness bubbling in my chest. It was time to focus on what I was here for. Helping the team, supporting Takenori, and giving it my all.

“Alright then,” I said, standing up and stretching. “Since practice is in the afternoon, I’ll join you guys then. I’m looking forward to meeting everyone and contributing however I can. I’m here to help YOU achieve your goals, Taka-nii, and Haruko-chan!”

Haruko squealed with excitement again. “I can’t wait to see you work with the team, Lin-nee! It’s going to be amazing!”

The phone rang, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw the caller ID. It was Takenori Akagi, my older cousin whom I love dearly like a big brother. I grinned and quickly answered. “Taka-nii!”

“Hey, Lin-chan,” he said warmly, his voice carrying the comfort of home. “How’s everything in the States? Are you keeping up with basketball?”

I chuckled, leaning back in my chair. “You know me. Always on the grind. How’s Shohoku doing? You guys making waves yet?”

Takenori laughed, and I could almost picture his smile. “We're getting there. But I’ve been thinking. I wanted to ask you something—maybe you can help out this summer.”

I raised an eyebrow, curious. “Help out with what?”

“Well, it’s a bit unorthodox,” he said, his tone turning a little more serious, “but I was wondering if you’d be interested in volunteering as the assistant coach for the Shohoku basketball team. I know it’s a lot to ask, but I think it could be good for both of us.”

I paused, intrigued by the idea. “Wait, you’re asking me to be the assistant coach? For your all-male team?”

“Yeah, I know, it’s a bit out there. But your experience in the States, the way you handle yourself on the court—I think it would be a huge asset. You’re not just going to help Shohoku; you’ll also gain valuable insight for when you take over your varsity team as the future Captain. I think it could give you an edge for college applications too.”

His words hit home. I had been looking for ways to grow as a player and leader, and this opportunity could be perfect. Still, one thought lingered.

“I’m just wondering if it’s going to be an issue, you know... being a female volunteer for an all-male team? I don’t want to cause any tension.”

Takenori reassured me instantly, his voice calm and confident. “Don’t worry about that. You’ve earned your place, Lin. Your skill and your performance speaks for itself. Plus, Shohoku needs all the help it can get if we want to make it to nationals. I’m sure having you on board will be a morale boost.”

I let out a breath, feeling the weight of his words. “Alright, I trust you. But will I even be allowed on campus if I’m just a visitor?”

“Already checked,” Takenori replied. “As long as you fill out a form, you’re good to go. Don’t worry about the details—I’ve got it all covered. I just wanted to make sure you’re in.”

I smiled, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. “Well, when you put it like that, it sounds like I’d be crazy to say no. But... I’ll admit it. I’m kinda excited about the idea of seeing you and Haruko again. I miss you guys.”

“We miss you too, Lin-chan,” Takenori said with a warm laugh. “You’ll have plenty of time to spend with us, but remember—focus on the team first. We need you.”

Before I could reply, I heard a cheerful voice chime in on the other end of the line.

“Lin-nee, you’re coming back?!” Haruko’s voice was full of excitement, and I could practically hear her bouncing around.

“Of course I am, Haruko-chan!” I laughed, feeling my excitement bubble up too. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. We’re going to have so much fun this summer!”

Haruko squealed on the other end, and I couldn’t help but join in. It was moments like this that made me feel like everything was right in the world. “I can’t wait! We’re going to hang out all the time, right?”

“Absolutely!” I said, still grinning. “I can’t wait to see you both.”

After a few more excited exchanges, I finally hung up the phone, my mind racing with possibilities.

This opportunity was too good to pass up. Not only would I gain invaluable experience, but I’d also get to spend the summer with my two favorite cousins. And, of course, I couldn’t ignore the fact that I’d get to see Hisashi again. Though I kept that little detail to myself for now, I couldn’t help but feel a spark of hope.

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was just a kid, maybe 4 or 5 years old, and it was a day at the playground—nothing unusual. I was running around, minding my own business, when something caught my eye. A small boy, standing alone, was surrounded by a couple of older kids. They were bullying him, pushing him around, and I could tell from the way they were laughing that they had no intention of stopping.

I didn’t know who he was at the time. I didn’t care. All I knew was I couldn’t just stand there and do nothing. I quickly scooped up a fistful of sand and threw it right at the bullies, my voice ringing out as I screamed, “Leave him alone! Next time, it’ll be rocks if you don’t stop!”

The bullies hesitated for a moment, then slowly backed away, grumbling as they left us. I stood there, my heart racing, my hands still clenched in defense. The boy, the one they’d been picking on, looked at me with wide eyes. His shoulders shook, and despite the fact he’d just been rescued, I could see that he was crying.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I said, walking over to him. “They’re gone now.”

He sniffled, wiping his eyes, his lip trembling. I felt sorry for him. The last thing I wanted was for him to feel scared. Slowly, I reached out and patted his back.

Once he calmed down, he looked up at me, his tear-streaked face suddenly breaking into a small smile. “Thanks,” he whispered.

I smiled back, the connection already forming. We didn’t know each other yet, but in that moment, we were already linked.

He introduced himself first, “I’m Hisashi,” he said, his voice still a little shaky.

I nodded, “I’m Lin.”

And just like that, we were friends.

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Fast forward a few years to when we were both in middle school. Our bond had only grown stronger. I could always count on Hisashi to be there, whether we were practicing basketball or just hanging out. We were inseparable. On the basketball court, we were known as the two MVPs from the same district—one for the men’s team, the other for the women’s team. We’d been through so much together, pushing each other to be better, always cheering each other on.

We’d never dated, not that we didn’t share a close bond. Occasionally, we’d hug or link arms like we were a couple, but neither of us ever took it further. We were just two friends with a love for basketball and a shared dream to make it big.

I can still remember the day we stood at the airport, saying our goodbyes before I was set to leave for the US. It was our last moment together before everything changed. “We’ll make it,” he said with a grin, eyes shining with determination. “I’m going to nationals. You take your team to state level in the USA, okay?”

I nodded, smiling back. “I promise. And we’ll keep in touch, right? Letters. We’ll always keep in touch.”

That was the last time I saw him before my family moved to the States. At the time, we didn’t know that life would pull us in different directions. I started high school in the US, and Hisashi’s life took a turn I couldn’t have predicted.

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Now, as I finish out my last few weeks of junior year in high school, I can’t help but think back to those simpler times. Things were easier then. Maybe it’s the summer approaching, but I find myself missing Japan, missing Hisashi.

“I suddenly want to go back to Japan for the summer. Maybe I should ask my cousins if I could chill with them?” I mutter to myself as I start making plans in my head.

But before I can decide anything, my phone rings, interrupting my thoughts. I glance at the screen, pausing for a moment. A sense of curiosity settles in.

you and mitsui usually stream the basketball game in the morning, but it happens to be his birthday today.^^

16+/18+ due to suggestive dialogues (??), matured/aged up characters. hisashi mitsui and fem!reader.

if it’s okay, id love to see you write for sawakita, kiyota, and mitsui having a first kiss with their s/o

Feat. Mitsui, Sawakita, & Kiyota

Mitsui

At 6:00 PM on a Sunday afternoon, Mitsui found himself, laying on your bedroom floor, watching a horror movie with you.

He wishes he could tell you anything that happened but he honestly cannot. All he remembers is how close you laid next to him, that your shoulders were touching and that when he turns his head your face is right there.

When the credits finally roll, his head is already turned in your direction when you look at him. The room is still dark, light peeking through the covered windows.

“I think it was pretty good.” You say to him.

“Yeah, me too.” He is barely listening as his eyes flick down from your eyes to your lips.