Sasaki kyouya, the boy who always had his head down. He’d never participated in PE, he couldn’t. Sometimes he’d barely show for class, and on the off chance that he did, he was constantly in the nurse’s office. Nonetheless, He was always the top the the class.

Albeit unplanned, you found yourself talking to him. Your desk only three seats across from his. Leaning on his desk in class, to spending time with him over break. In an all boys school, the two of you were an odd pair, and he never understood your interest.

Cleaning the school’s pool, sweat dripped down both of your faces. Your shirts sticking to your bodies, moist and uncomfortable. The crickets chirping. Heat pierced him, sending his senses into overdrive.

The smell of chlorine filled your nose, the pool’s walls relieving you of the suns blaze. Majority of your second year has been filled with cleaning parts of the school, A result of your bad behavior.

The punishment was yours alone, but kyouya stuck around. It was unfathomable, the idea that he could collapse at any moment, yet he still mopped like his life depended on it. Even as you sat there, doing nothing, sitting against the wall.

He tossed his mop, sitting next to you. The sight of you slowed his breathing, and your closeness nearly stopped it. Without any warning, he pulled your head towards his, his hand on the back of your neck. You didn’t have time to react. his lips narrowly touched yours, it was a peck, something that wanted to be a kiss.

His movements were instinctive, he surprised himself in the process, his own reaction was delayed. He glanced at your adam’s apple as you gulped, at your uniform that was an exact copy of his. His eyes widened along with yours. “Ah.”