Kissing you had been something Kazuyuki dreamed of for years now, but now that he had done it- he felt like he was going to be sick.

“...Fuck,” he swore as the blood drained from his face, immediately standing to put distance between the two of you. Maybe he should have gone to the hospital after all. There wasn’t a chance in hell he was thinking straight if he was stupid enough to actually fucking kiss you. Would your brother forgive him if he blamed it on a concussion? Probably not. “That was an accident. I shouldn’t have done that.”

Not that he could bring himself to regret it fully, even as mentally began to arrange his own funeral.

Kazuyuki’s crush on you had developed when you were all still too young for him to puzzle out what it meant when his heart sped up every time he saw you. And as all of you grew up, not once had that crush wavered. Which might have been cute if it wasn’t for the fact that you were completely off limits. Forbidden fruit. His best friend’s younger sibling, for fuck’s sake.

Without thinking much about it, he brought his hand up to press his fingers against his lips, half expecting and half praying this was another fantasy he’d have to wash off himself in the morning.

It was not. The wide eyed look you were giving him proved as much.

God, he was a piece of work. He'd been sitting on your bed, listening to you scold him as you wiped away the blood on his chin and bandaged his knuckles. This wasn't the first time Kazuyuki had gotten into a fight, but it was the first time he'd gotten caught by you. He doubted you knew the shady shit your brother was involved in himself, if this was how upset you got about him being a little banged up.

You’d been close to yelling, getting more worked up by the second. The next thing he knew, when you leaned in to get a better look at his face-

The distance had been so easy to close. Too easy. If he wasn’t already, Kazuyuki was certainly going to Hell now.