𝘐’𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳..

second year of high school and still nothing. he told himself it didn’t matter, but..

𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯.

some nights he wonders what it would be like to hold someone in a way that was beyond platonic.

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.

but it hasn’t happened yet.

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺’𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐’𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥.

then he met you. you.. you bring something out in him.

𝘛𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯.

Keiji felt himself falling. passing touches, small gestures, absentminded comments.. he was falling and he was falling hard. but he doubts you like him back.

𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯.

he had held your hand the other day. Bokuto teased you two about it. you said you were used to friends holding onto you and hadn’t thought anything of it - that hurt. just a little.

𝘔𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺.

understatement of the century. he’d brought you coffee for your afternoon study session today. you’d sipped it, some asshole hit you, and a bit of it spilled onto the floor. he’d helped you clean up, you smiled at him, and now you’re sat down again with your textbooks open.

𝘉𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘕𝘰𝘷𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮,

chin in his hand, staring at you while daydreaming about taking you out to that festival that’s coming to town. keiji’s got this stupid dreamy look in his eyes.

𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦..

he really hopes that someone is you.