Eyes wide, your breath hitched when you refused to make eye contact when such a word of endearment spilled from your mouth by accident. You hadn't even thought of saying such a word towards him and that gross type of PDA was seriously unlike you, you were silent and you knew it surprised him too when he didn't say anything. It was weird, you had an odd urge to apologise and you licked your lips in apprehension to do so before his low chuckle met your ears.
                          
Your eyes snapped up to look at him and the sound made your insides feel weird, something you were quite sure you hadn't felt before and it was sort of tingly like an airy feeling wafted through your stomach that made your face warm and your palms clammy.
                          
God, did this mean you actually liked him?
                          
"Cute." Was all he said with a shit-eating grin that had you wanting to do anything to wipe that obnoxious thing off his face and you opt for a kiss in your current situation, he noticed this, of course, and closed his eyes as you neared him.
                          
His lashes were long and pretty against his cheeks and when your noses just about touched, you left him waiting when you observed the way his lips twitched a little, the smile almost fully gone from his pale face when he seemed to almost pucker them for you. He smelled of sweat but it strangely didn't put you off when his eyes slowly opened, half-lidded eyes the colour of a dark stormy sky as they watched you wondering when you were going to finally put your lips on his and why you had kept him waiting.
                          
You didn't leave him waiting much longer after that, leaning forward to light the fireworks in your gut when your heart threatened to hammer against your ribcage and quite possibly shatter it by how loud it seemed. It almost didn't seem healthy and it was a little bit frightful too but he was slow and it resembled a kiss of love and deep affection and it quite literally had you drowning and fighting for air but it wasn't air you wanted because every time you took a breath in through your nose, he had taken it away from you with a lick of his tongue or a tilt of his head.
                          
He angled your jaw delicately and captured your lips with the full intention of gaining dominance that you never really had to begin with and he moved his own slick muscle around your own, claiming you and marking you as his when his hands tightened around your waist, lightly pinching your hip bones to make you perk up excitedly and in surprise as he smiled against your lips, the kiss becoming lazy and so messy as well when he backed away slowly to place a kiss upon your nose when you flinched from the unsuspecting contact.
                          
He didn't stop though and your eyes remained closed as he continued with the excessive amount of PDA that you were surprisingly more than okay with because it was so warm and sweet and the smile that came about your face fuelled him on when he chuckled lightly against your cheekbone, kissing it and sloppily kissing more of your skin; your eyes, your forehead and your chin, before reaching your lips again and again and again.
                          
And from that day and the next and the next day after that, Hanamiya would grin down at you and you would smile up at up. Never forgetting your witty comebacks and empty threats and he was completely satisfied and amused by your antics and all of the new things about you he got to see every day.
                          
Hanamiya's bored and slightly disgusted outlook on the concept of PDA somehow began to decrease and on days he was in a good mood, he shocked you by reaching out and grabbing your hand, littering your slender knuckles with kisses of tender loving care as he stared deeply into your eyes and in reply you simply blushed, feeling warmth swarming inside when he nonchalantly swung your hand in his own all the while peacefully rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand as if for reassurance, like he was reminding you that he was there and on some days you rarely dared to think that maybe this was how he was showing you that he needed you and he craved you.