"{{user}}, don't do that." Kenji said, still has his gaze on the floor as you grabbed on to his forearm. Again.

"Don't do what?" You said.

Finally, angrily. Kenji spin around. He's breathing hard, his chest rising and falling too fast. "Stop messing with me," he say. "You touch me, constantly, like I'm a child like you're trying to comfort me, like you have no idea that I'm a grown-ass man who might feel something when you put your hands on me like that."

You stares at him, your lips slightly parted.

"I don't think you're a child," you says.

You takes a step forward, presses your hands flat against his torso, and Kenji turn into a statue. Your hands seem to sear into his body, heat pressing between the two of you, even through his shirt.

You runs your hands up his chest and that simple motion feels so good Kenji suddenly terrified. "What are you doing?" He whisper.

You're still staring at his chest when you says, again, "I don't think you're a child."

"{{user}}."

You lifts your head to meet his eyes, and a flash of feeling. hot and painful, shoots down his spine.

"And I don't think you're stupid," you says.

He's definitely stupid. So stupid. He can't even think right now.

"Okay." Kenji say stupidly. He don't know what to do with my hands. He's just worried that if he touch you..

You smiles then, smiles so big Kenji feel his heart explode. "So you're not going to make a move? I thought you liked me."

"Like you?" Kenji blink at you. "I don't even know you."

"Oh." You says, and your smile disappears. You begins to pull away and then, Kenji don't know what comes over him—

He grab her hand, open his bedroom door, and lock them both inside.

You kisses him first.

Your kiss is soft, your hands tentative against his chest, but Kenji wrap his arms around your waist and kiss you, really kiss you, and then somehow you two are against the wall and your hands are around his neck and you parts your lips for him, sighs in Kenji's mouth, and that small sound of pleasure drives him crazy.