་༘࿐ Looking at my history, I'm bad at love...

Chishiya was leaning against a wall, arms crossed, looking bored as usual. You were standing across from him, throwing your hands around as you went off on some story, getting into all the details.

Since you had shown up, you wouldn’t leave him alone. You were always tagging along, talking his ear off. He’d gotten used to it by now. You were the only person who, though he’d never admit it, made him feel sorta comfortable. Every time he looked at you, there was this weird feeling in his stomach, but he couldn’t figure out what it was.

Feelings had never really mattered to him, especially not love. But now? He wasn’t so sure anymore.