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[Name] was sitting
in a chair at the station, watching as all sorts of people passed her by
and fidgeting with the hem of her dress. Subconsciously, she worried
about it being too short whenever the wind would cause it to flutter an
inch or two up her thigh and she would tug at the ends, trying
desperately to keep it down. Her mother had insisted on her wearing
tights underneath, but [Name] had quickly refused due to the heat of the
weather. Now she was regretting that decision.

Taking her phone
out of the purse she had resting on her hip, she checked the time before
opening up a game app. She had arrived at the station ten minutes
earlier than she should have, wanting to be on time for the special
occasion. She could only hope that Kasamatsu wanted to do the same.

---

They
had been sitting in the café where they had their first date, the
current one being their third lunch date. [Name] was rambling on about
her friends at school and the activities they were doing. Every so
often, Kasamatsu would grunt or reply to a comment he found interesting,
but for the most part he stayed silent, content with just listening as
he was left to his own thoughts. His cheeks had a very light tinge of
red to them and it was obvious that his mind was preoccupied with other
things, but [Name] merely brushed it off as his natural nervous
tendencies.

“H-hey,” he interrupted, steel blue eyes
meeting hers for a brief second before glancing away. Instead of idly
shaking, his hands played with the napkin on the table in front of him,
picking at it and tearing off pieces. “My parents were wondering… U-uh,
dinner. W-would you like to come over for d-dinner?”

[Name]
felt heat rise to her face and her eyes widened at the offer, staring
at him with slight shock. She opened her mouth, blurting out a few
incoherent words before she could get out a comprehensible sentence.

“D-dinner?
I mean, isn’t it a bit early? W-we’ve only been dating for a week
a-and, I mean, w-we’re not even official…” She trailed off, noticing how
Kasamatsu clenched his teeth at her words, like she was force feeding
him something bitter. Looking down towards her empty plate, the heat on
her cheeks intensified. “But… If you don’t mind, I guess we could. Have
dinner, I mean. Y-yeah, dinner with your family sounds nice.”

She
heard what she thought was a sigh of relief from her companion at the
table and, braving a glance, she found that he was staring at her with
determined eyes and a redder face.

“G-good. It’ll be next week Saturday then.”

---

Cursing
as she lost yet another life in her game, [Name] pressed the button to
restart from the checkpoint, hoping she could avoid her character’s
inevitable doom.

“H-hey, [Name]-san.”

[Name] looked up from
her phone, mentally cursing as she heard the sound of her character’s
death play through the small speaker. Walking towards her was Kasamatsu,
his hand up in a small greeting as he quickly closed the distance
between them. [Name] smiled and walked towards him after putting her
phone away to close the distance faster, lacing her hand with his once
they were close enough. In turn, this caused Kasamatsu to sputter at her
open display of affection, trying desperately to shake her off at first
before settling into the feeling of her smaller hand in his.

“W-we should get going,” Kasamatsu grunted as he led her in the direction of his house.

“Okay,” [Name] agreed, following his pace as they walked together.

The
walk to his house was a silent one, neither of them saying anything for
the most part of it. Every so often, Kasamatsu would cast a glance down
to [Name], memorizing the facial features she made as she thought about
the dinner to come. Her brows were furrowed slightly and her eyes
shined with a certain worry. Her lips, shinier than usual—was she
wearing makeup?—were placed in a slight pout and Kasamatsu couldn’t help
but think she looked cute in that moment. He cursed himself for
allowing his blush to reappear at the thought, his eyes quickly darting
away so he could calm himself down. He didn’t want to become a trembling
mess this early into the evening.

“I’m nervous.”

The sudden
confession caused both Kasamatsu and [Name] to stop in their tracks on
the sidewalk. Letting go of his hand and moving off to the side, [Name]
leaned against a wall nearby as she closed her eyes to take calming
breaths. It was at that moment Kasamatsu could notice the slight shaking
in her hands and the subtle waver in her voice. It was strange watching
her suffer through the nervous habits he would often be victim to. He
felt bad for thinking that he would be the only nervous one at this
dinner. Instinctively, his hand reached out to her own and he squeezed
it once, hoping to calm her down.

“What about?” He asked, forcing himself not to stutter as he tried to be a pillar of support.

“A
lot of things,” she admitted, opening her eyes to stare at the
sidewalk, “Do I look okay? Am I dressed okay? Will they like me? Will
they hate me? I really want tonight to go well. I really want it to
work, for us to work. I… I really like you…”

The last part of her
confession, though spoken quietly, resounded in Kasamatsu’s mind. He
felt the need to comfort her in her time of worry, but his inexperience
with these types of situations caused him to pull a blank on what to do.
After a silent moment, Kasamatsu found himself taking her face into his
shaking hands. Mustering up as much courage as humanely possible, he
looked her straight in the eyes before quickly bending down to place a
chaste kiss on her lips. It was clumsy and their teeth knocked together
slightly from the sudden impact, but when he pulled away he found that
it had the effect he was hoping for. Her eyes, which had been so worried
before, held no trace of that emotion as she looked at him in slight
shock and amazement, her cheeks flushing red at the surprise.

“They’ll
like you,” he said quietly as he dropped his hands from her face, going
to hold hers once more. “B-because I… like you.”

[Name] found
herself smiling as the pesky heat in her cheeks persisted on staying.
After another silent moment, the two resumed walking towards Kasamatsu’s
household, hands intertwined.

“What about my dress?” She asked after a beat, tugging at it with her free hand. “Is it decent for dinner?”

“Tch,”
Kasamatsu scoffed, avoiding looking at her, “It’s too damn short. Wear
something longer next time if you want to be decent.”

Truthfully, he just wanted to stop the ever increasing blush he got every time the wind lifted her dress.

{EXTRA}

After
a successful dinner with his family, [Name] waved a goodbye to them as
Kasamatsu walked her back to the station. The walk back was livelier
than their previous venture as [Name] commented on his family and the
conversations that had happened at dinner. Kasamatsu would reply every
so often, voicing his own opinion. Once they had arrived at the station,
all conversations about dinner had been exhausted and a comfortable
silence consumed the air around them.

“Hey…” Kasamatsu started after a minute, looking away from [Name]. “I-I was wondering… D-do you want to make it o-official?”

“Huh? What do you mean Kasamatsu-senpai?”

Collecting his resolve, Kasamatsu closed his eyes to avoid an emotional meltdown. “[Name]-san, please be my girlfriend!”

His only response was a happy giggle and a sweet kiss to the lips.

He’s too cute!!

imagine-knb:

Sprint forward, fake
to the left, then bolt to the right, finishing it all off with a mad
dash for the net before creating the perfect arch between the ball and
its destination. In theory, [Name] thought it would have been simple to
mimic the things she had seen many of her friends do on the basketball
court. In practice, however, it only proved to be much more difficult.

“A-ah,
sorry!” [Name] stuttered out an apology as she missed the net
completely, the ball landing just in front of it before bouncing away
and off the courts. Running after it, she rattled off a string of
excuses. After retrieving the basketball from its nesting spot in the
grass beside the outside court, she brought it back to the three point
line, dribbling clumsily. “I thought I could get it that time…”

Kasamatsu
mentally groaned as he watched [Name] bring the ball back to where he
was trying to teach her how to shoot. They had been going at it for
nearly an hour now and she had made little to no progress. Honestly, he
believed she showed no signs of ever getting better at his beloved
sport. He was starting to think she had no athletic talent whatsoever.

“Maybe
we should try getting closer to the net,” he suggested, grunting as he
caught the ball after she sloppily passed it to him.

The pair
walked closer to the basketball hoop, stopping once they were only a few
feet away from it. Kasamatsu hoped she would at least be able to make a
basket from where they stood now. Bouncing the ball a few times where
he stood, he went into a small rant as he tried to explain what she
should be doing and how she should do it. His arms brought that
basketball up as if he were about to shoot it, showing her the motions
she should try to follow. The entire time, his steel blue eyes were
focused on the net, not once wavering from it.

“You didn’t put enough force into that last attempt, so maybe being closer to the net will be better for you…”

As
he spoke, [Name] found herself staring at him in admiration. His
determination towards the sport had been what initially attracted her to
him, but hearing him talk about it in person was a totally different
experience for the young first year. She could practically feel his love
for the game rolling off of him in waves as he tried his best to
explain it to her. As he spoke about it, his face would often form a
grin and he would clench his fists in excitement, the muscles in his
arms tensing along with it. [Name] couldn’t help but admire what she
deemed to be the perfect physique of the older male, her mind traveling
to places not safe to mention in public.

“Hey, Kasamatsu-senpai,” [Name] murmured, interrupting his instruction.

Kasamatsu
paused midsentence when [Name] interrupted him, facing her with an
expression that said he was all seriousness. Why had she interrupted
him? The only plausible answer he could think of was that maybe she was
getting bored of learning to play. Kasamatsu hoped this wasn’t the
truth.

“You don’t stutter when you talk to me about basketball.”

Heat
found its way to his cheeks and Kasamatsu found himself choking on his
own saliva when he heard her words. “S-sh-shut up,” he huffed after he
took a moment to catch his breath. Throwing the basketball a bit harshly
in her direction, he watched as she caught it with a grunt, nearly
dropping it. “Have you even been paying attention to what I’ve been
saying?!”

“Not exactly,” [Name] admitted, bouncing the orange ball
in place a bit before taking aim towards the basket. “But all I really
need to do is aim and shoot, right? Shouldn’t be that hard.”

Kasamatsu
couldn’t bring it in himself to remind her that she had missed every
basket she aimed and shot for so far. Taking a calming breath in order
to sooth his still reddening cheeks, he watched as she missed yet
another basket. [Name] cursed under her breath as she was forced to
retrieve the ball yet again. As he watched her try over and over to make
a basket, Kasamatsu couldn’t help but think that what she had said was
sort of true. The day before, he had been a stuttering mess when
conversing with her, but as soon as [Name] asked him to teach her how to
shoot a basket, a newfound determination had sparked in his soul. He
found himself shaking less as they discussed a topic he was extremely
familiar and comfortable with. Suddenly, he could talk to her as if she
were one of his own first year teammates. Instead of being a pretty girl
that could make him into a fool, she had become a student he could
teach—albeit a pretty, female student, but a student nonetheless.

As
he thought, Kasamatsu’s eyes traveled along her body, watching her form
as she positioned herself to shoot. Muscles tensed slightly, eyebrows
furrowed above focused eyes, and a pink tongue poking out of the corner
of her lips. Every so often [Name] would replace her tongue with teeth
as she bit and chewed on her lips in concentration. Kasamatsu soon found
his mind wandering to less appropriate places as he continued to stare
at her and he found that pesky blush of his to be coming back with a
vengeance. He cursed himself, realizing that as soon as his mind left
the thought of basketball and wandered towards the thought of her, his
hands started to shake slightly again. In order to avoid another awkward
situation, Kasamatsu averted his eyes from her, nearly missing the
familiar swish of the basket as he did so.

“Oh. Oh!
Kasamatsu-senpai, I did it!” [Name] turned towards him with an excited
smile, pointing towards the basket as if she could show him an instant
replay. She hopped lightly in place, looking towards him for approval.

“Congratulations,” Kasamatsu grunted, nodding to her. He was actually pretty impressed. Maybe she could make progress after all.

“Congratulations? What, I don’t get a prize?” [Name] pouted.

“H-huh? W-What do you want?” Kasamatsu asked, baffled at what he could possibly give her as an award.

Thinking
for a moment, [Name] put a finger to her lips as she hummed in thought.
A few seconds passed before she made a sound that told him she had come
to a decision. Taking a few steps toward the taller male, she latched
her hands onto his bigger ones before looking at him. In turn, he tensed
up completely, his arms and legs ever so slowly starting to vibrate in
place as he became nervous. As their eyes met, Kasamatsu couldn’t help
but flush in embarrassment at the physical contact. It wasn’t until he
noticed her eyes flutter shut and her body shift to lean up towards him
that he truly realized what she had wanted. He found himself stuttering,
staring at her slightly puckered lips.

“Come on, Kasamatsu-senpai, no need to be shy,” [Name] mumbled, eyes still closed after he still hadn’t closed the distance.

Swallowing
the lump in his throat and ignoring his erratic heartbeat, Kasamatsu
leaned down towards her, refusing to close his eyes until he was sure he
wouldn’t miss completely. A few tense milliseconds later and his lips
finally landed upon hers. He allowed his own eyes to shut as he felt the
blush consume his entire face. Seconds later, they both retreated from
the simple first kiss, red adorning both their faces.

They hoped it would be the first of many.

{EXTRA}

“I-I-I
should w-walk you home n-now,” Kasamatsu stuttered as he escaped from
[Name]’s hold, reverting back to his awkward and nervous habit.

“Wait,
I want to try for one more basket!” [Name] ran to retrieve the
basketball before returning to her previous spot and shooting. Secretly,
she hoped another basket would earn her another kiss, but when neither
the sound of the net nor the sound of a ball bouncing reached their ears
after a moment, [Name] found herself looking towards the hoop. “O-oh… I
think it’s stuck up there.”

“Hey! That’s my favorite basketball!”

So cute!!