The blush that had long since plagued Misaki's face deepened, as [Name] inched ever-closer to him. Both of her hands travelled up to the beanie atop his head and quickly removed the obstacle, tangling her fingers in his soft hair. Misaki began stuttering incoherently when [Name]'s body made full contact with his own, her chest pressed firmly against his arm, as she positioned herself beside him. “Mm, and your hair is just wondrous! You're perfect~,” she whispered into his ear, as he slammed is eyes shut, attem
You wrap your arms around the waist of your instantly tensed up boyfriend from behind. "Hey Yata." You hum into his back, nuzzling your face into his sweatshirt. You can just feel him start to sweat at your presence, his form not relaxing in the slightest.
“C-C’mon (F/n).” He quietly whines to you, embarrassment and nervousness as evident as ever in his voice.
“What?” You whine right back. “This is what couples do, Misaki.” You lift your head up so that it’s now resting atop his shoulder. You give him a small pout but his discomfort doesn’t allow him to look anywhere else but stiffly forward. Your heart sinks and the playful disappointment you had fades into something more desolate. “You…you still don’t feel comfortable around me… do you?”
Misaki couldn’t help but feel ashamed at him-self at the sadness in your voi