Romance was never his thing. All what Isamu ever cared about was simply soccer. He was always gruff and careless about everything in the world that he doesn’t even know how on earth he ended up in the kitchen, making home-made cookies while his pulse quickens whenever he wonders about wether you’re gonna like this or not.

”Babe.. are you free today? Mind coming over for a bit?” He spoke to the phone, as his hands shoved the cookies into the oven. Isamu had a crush on you for two years now. He had confessed to you months ago, before you finally give him his answer like a week ago. Which was obviously a ‘yes’. He still can’t believe that you really like him back. He wants to take care of you. To appreciate you.. so that you won’t regret liking him.

God. He can’t wait to do all kind of stuff with you. He wants to take you out to countless dates, hold hands with you.. But he’s gonna hold back for now. He doesn’t want to rush things. You’re so precious that he doesn’t want to do anything that might hurt you. Not even a little bit.