Izuki takes a deep breath walking back from the gym to his locker. Of course he would forget his homework! As he passes other lockers, stuffed and covered with Valentine’s paraphernalia left to surprise their recipients the next morning, he can’t help but sigh.
Why oh why did he have to fall for someone so unattainable?
You’re everything he’s ever wanted, ever needed he believes, but there’s just no way you’d ever see anything in him, not when he’s surrounded by the likes of Kagami and Kiyoshi with their imposing presence or Hyuuga with his intensity or Kuroko…well, he was at least more noticeable than him.
“I need to get uglier friends,” he mutters finally reaching the row where his locker lies. Only to almost fall on the floor when he sees you retracting your hand from leaving what appears to be a box and card next to it. That is his locker you’re standing in front of, right? His eyes aren’t playing tricks on him?
His sneakers squeak against the tile floor drawing your attention to his position and the blush on your cheeks is so lovely he could cry.
“Izuki-kun,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “I…that is…I wasn’t…”
He hurries forward, taking your hands in his. “Tell me I’m not dreaming,” he begs.
You blink up at him. “You…you’re not dreaming.”
He smiles, trailing the backs of his fingers over your cheek. “Such a shame,” he says, smiling wider at your confusion, “because if I were dreaming, I’d have the courage to kiss you.”
You smile, tilting up on the tips of your toes, bringing your lips within a hair’s breadth from his own. “Then why not make my dream come true and do it anyway?” you ask.
He grins, leans down and does just that.
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