made to love you || ushijima wakatoshi x reader

sixteen

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"I hope you see now. That I've never wanted anything the way I want you."

    Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. Ushijima Wakatoshi just kissed you. On the lips. And then said he'd never wanted anything like he wanted you. What the fuck.

    How the hell did you get in this situation? What good deed did you do in a past life that allowed you to be in this situation right now? And how were you supposed to move on from this? How could you ever go back to living your life when you knew that Ushijima Wakatoshi had kissed you. And said he wanted you. And that he wanted to be with you.

    How does someone cope with this?

    You were lost in your head, and you knew that the look on your face was probably a mix of dazed and giddy. Wakatoshi had his eyes on you, his warm hand still rested on your cheek, barely any space between the two of you. As the time went on, and you just stayed silent and still, worry crept over his face. His thumb brushed against your cheekbone again, prodding you back to the present.

    "Y/n?" He asked, nothing but care and warmth in his face, "Are you alright?"

    You were on cloud nine. Absolutely overwhelmed with euphoria. You assumed that was the reason that you simply blurted out, "I love you."

    It took you three seconds to realize what you had said. And when you did, you immediately gasped and slapped a hand over your mouth. God, you were so stupid.

    Wakatoshi blinked, shock flashing over his face, and pulled back a little to have a better view of you. He seemed to be having trouble figuring out how to respond to that, and you felt guilt and embarrassment coil up in your stomach.

    "I didn't mean to say that!" You exclaimed, letting your hand fall away from your face.

    He furrowed his brows, looking a little like he'd been slapped, "So, you don't love me?"

    "No! Wait, I mean-" You sighed, smacking the heel of your hand against your forehead. You really should just stop speaking. It clearly wasn't getting you very far right now. Taking a breath, you tried to get your thoughts together, and met his eyes again, "I do love you. I promise you that. I just... didn't mean to say it right then. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or make you feel like you have to say it back."

    "Oh." He nodded slowly, beginning to understand the situation, "I get that. And I'm not uncomfortable. In fact, I felt very... happy when you said that."

    "You did?"

    He nodded in confirmation, and you felt your cheeks heat up once again. How the hell you'd survive actually being in a relationship with him, you had no idea. Just this alone was going to send you over the edge.

    "But I won't say it back yet." He said, and you blinked up at him, "I don't want to say it unless I'm completely sure that I mean it."

    You smiled brightly at him, feeling warm over how much he clearly cared. Every day, he gave you another reason to fall in love with him. You wondered if there'd ever be a day when that wasn't true. Though you seriously doubted that would happen. It seemed completely unrealistic.

    "That's totally fine. Thank you for being honest with me."

    "Of course. Honesty and communication are important in a relationship."

    You felt your heart jump a little at that last part. Relationship. You were in a relationship with him. That was so crazy. You could barely think about it for more than three seconds without feeling like you'd start shaking.