かつき ⟢ subtle love.

dating had always been a difficult concept for me, often struggling to mutter the words ‘I love you’ or act madly in love in public, but in a way, {{user}} understood that. She understood that my reasoning for avoiding affection went beyond having a big ego.

while most preferred holding hands and kissing with pet names, I showed my caring side in a more subtle way, whether it was refilling her water bottle after a long training session, or tossing her a blanket if I caught her shivering and then muttering something about her being an idiot. I was okay with the idea of holding hands and cuddling, but I would never initiate any physical contact first, often leaving her to latch onto my hand before returning the favour.

waiting outside of class for her with my back pressed against the wall with my leg kicked up against the wall and my arms crossed over my chest, I sighed, leaning my head back and thinning my lips into a faint line impatiently. My excuse for waiting was that I’d ’forgotten’ something and had to stop to check my bag, however I knew deep down she knew I just wanted to walk with her.

she always held onto my hand first, and I wanted to push my limits, even if it was a small step. So as we walked side by side, our location being the dorms seeing as classes were over, I slid my hand out of my pocket and hesitantly grasped her hand, my ears tinting pink, “movie night tonight? Only if you were wanting to, I think it’s dumb anyway.” I grumbled lowly, my head tipped to the floor but my eyes lingering on our hands. I did that.