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When I first met Miyuki Kazuya, I never thought it would turn out how it did. I was running late for an interview and the college campus was crowded. I had so many things in my hands, probably more than I should have been carrying. I was trying to keep them all together when I bumped into someone’s back, effectively dropping all of my stuff. I groaned to myself, getting out an apology before bending and trying to pick it all up. Then, I saw a hand, bigger than mines, gathering my papers. I looked up and saw a kind smile and reflective glasses. I could have sworn I fell for him then.
I thanked him, a blush coming to my cheeks before running off, sparing him a parting glance. We made eye contact and I almost tripped. I blushed and hurried away, not looking back again.
I didn’t expect to see him again and that kind of made me sad. I would frown at random times, thinking back to the reflective glasses and his smile… He seemed like the kind of guy I might be in to, if I knew more about him.
Maybe… uff
Not again, I thought, bumping into someone. At least I didn’t have anything in my hands this time. But I still felt arms wrap around me. I looked up, meeting those reflective glasses I’ve been thinking of.
“You know, we’ve got to stop meeting like this,” he said and I melted. His voice was… I don’t know what it was but I liked it a lot more than I thought I would.
“Y-Yeah, um… Thanks! Again,” I said, being totally awkward and not at all as smooth as I would like to be. He chuckled, his arms pulling back. My body felt cold where his arms were.
“You’re welcome. I’m Miyuki Kazuya,” he said, holding out his hand. I grabbed in with unintentional force, his eyes widening at my enthusiasm.
“Sawamura Eijun!” I shouted, blushing when I realized how loud I was. I looked away, tugging my hand lightly but it wouldn’t budge. Miyuki Kazuya didn’t let my hand go. Did he want to? Did I want him to?
“Well, Sawamura Eijun, would you happen to be free this afternoon? For a cup of coffee?” He asked and I blanched. Free? Did that…? Was he asking me out? On a date? A coffee date? Am I freaking out? A smile spread across my face, nodding happily.
“Yeah.”
Our next dates were just as good as the coffee date, if not better. He would pick me up from my dorm and take me to inexpensive yet nice restaurants. We would go ice skating or to the movies or a museum. He would bring me flowers, even if we were just going to hang out in his dorm. I was totally gone for him. It was way better than anything I had imagined.
“Yah, where’s that head of yours?” Kazuya asked, his arms wrapped around me as we cuddled on his bed. I looked at him, giving a sheepish smile as he caught me thinking.
“Thinking back to when we met,” I said, fingers going up to trace his jawline. He grinned at that.
“And…?” he asked, not even needing to ask a real question.
“And… I liked it. I didn’t expect you to be so nice. It’s unusual.”
“Should I be offended?” I could tell he was just joking.
“No~. I just… you’re so good-looking charismatic. You could have been a playboy for all I know. In the beginning, I thought you were tricking me and break my heart.”
“I would never. You’re mine and I don’t plan on changing that anytime soon,” he said, his fingers coming to lightly hold my chin. I grinned, leaning up for a kiss.
“I love you, Miyuki Kazuya.”
“I love you, too, Sawamura Eijun."