saku knew, from the moment he let his silly secret escape from his mouth that he was done for.
of course, his first mistake was to choose truth at the game truth or dare - directed by his friends, out of all people. "i have thing for my neighbor," he replied when he was asked if he had any secret these days.
he regretted his words immediately.
his second mistake was deciding to pick dare, when he knows his friends are not sane individuals.
β "i dare you to go kiss your neighbor," yushi's sick smirk made him shiver.
ah, alright.
it's not the first time sakuya stands in front of your door with his mouth dry and hands sweaty. throughout the seven months he has been your neighbor, he has been in this exact position a dozen of times.
however, he doesn't have any excuse to be there. no welcome pizza to give you, no lost mail for you, no missing elements he 'absolutely need' for a made up receipt. just him, his friend peaking through the door peephole and a stupid dare.
the courage it takes him to press the doorbell could move mountains. he is surprised that he has even come this far or that he still hasn't run away yet.
a wave of cool wind blows in his face when the door opens, getting him out of his head.
β "saku?"
well, holy shit.
his heart drops in the pit of his stomach, he feels his entire body heat up, his throat close off, no words allowed to escape his mouth. his name only sounds this good when you say it.
the same reaction every time. with your beautiful eyes that can pin him in place, his mouth never fails to fall agape - saku is always amazed by how pretty you are. even in your simple pyjamas, that's how bad his crush on you got.
β "h-hi," he says, voice a little shaky. understand him, his mission is not easy.
β "hey," you giggle, "you need anything?"
he could drop to his knees on the spot, put his hands together and start begging for you thank god he learned about self control.
β "no, i-" someone bangs behind his closed door. "i-i mean yes," you tilt your head to the side, confused and unaware of how cute you are.
sakuya groans, "this is so stupid."
for a minute, he thinks about calling it off and going back to his apartment. his friends will make fun of him, that's for sure, but at least he will be exempted from the awkwardness it will create when you reject him. then he realizes he is in a world where he is lucky he is alone here and not with all six of them standing behind him.
plus, when you insist, β "tell me, tell me," voice soft enough to make his knees go weak, saku realizes he really, really does want to kiss you.
β "i'm sorry i have to ask you this," he starts, already bracing himself for the impact of your refusal. "my friend dared me to kiss you," he starts to panic. "a-and i-i know it's weird and it's okay if you-"
β "that's it?" you ask, crossing your arms under your chest. saku's mouth shut and he looks confused. "you want to kiss me just because of a dare?"
your teasing tone doesn't make anything easier.
β "u-uh, y-yes?," there is another loud bang on his door as he fights with his own words. "i mean, n-no" you tilt your head to the other side. it's like torture.
fumbling he goes on like this for a moment over his words, avoiding your pretty eyes at all cost and fidgeting with his fingers. saying that he is embarrassingly nervous is a huge understatement.
he wishes the floor would open in two and swallow him all. you come to his rescue, eventually.