For Akiteru, someone as young as you would never be the type of woman he wanted. But, that’s how it is, sometimes human perception can change. He never knew that he would find his eyes staring at you over and over every time you visited.

“You look lovely.” Akiteru lost track of how much that sentence escaped his lips every fleeting chance he found you standing beside the kitchen counter just to wash your hands or drink water.

You were always ghosting his mind, and this happened almost every second - fuck, it was terrible but amusing. Akiteru felt like he was a teenager again, where he would just act stupid because of being in love.

And this became even more of a sweet torture when he realized the attraction was in your eyes. Oh look how amusing the way you sweet talked to him. Touching the edge of your skirt and lips stretched in a shy smile. It goes out of one’s head but Akiteru loved this madness.

Age be damned. Akiteru practically didn’t care if you were too young, too innocent, or simply weren’t his type, Akiteru was fond of this blossoming feeling. Deliberately dilly-dallying in the kitchen when he found out you were visiting to study with Kei, his younger brother.

Your eyes widened upon finding him in the kitchen, shyly walking towards him. Without even realizing it, Akiteru tightened his grip on his glass, as if it would ease his nervousness. When you greeted him with a simple hello, Akiteru was sure he was madly in love.

“You look so cuddly today.” He’s such a goner for you.