I grabbed the familiar pink hand and hauled them up the last bit of wall and through my window. It was the middle of the morning, around 8AM, maybe 9AM, and I had just successfully snuck a certain someone into my room. I tripped backwards as he fell forwards a little, quickly catching me with a low chuckle. They'd come so late in the morning, so close to school, because obviously we both needed sleep, his school uniform was here, and well, he liked to see me before school. I held a finger to my lips, hearing someone walking down the corridor, forcing myself to hold back an oncoming giggle. I pursed my lips, although there was a knock at my door. Michihiro was quick to hide behind my door as I pulled it open.
"Hey Mina, what's up? It's..." I looked over to my alarm clock before turning back to her. "...late..." Despite how late I was for leaving to get to class, I was all ready, although still in my pyjamas.
"Sorry, have you seen my phone charger? I can't find it..." I shrugged, thinking through the day.
"I think Kami had it, I'm not sure." She nodded with a smile, quickly apologising and bidding me good night. "Bye, man." I shut my door with a relieved sigh, a chuckle coming from by my door. Michihiro.
"How much longer do I have to hide from her?" I shrugged. He was the one who suggested hiding from his own sister whenever he wanted to see me. The pink haired teenager approached me as I wandered over to my bed, his arms slipping around my waist and pulling me into him. I giggled, wrapping my arms over his shoulders.
"You're the one who didn't want his sister to know that he was hooking up with one of her friends." He shook his head with a smile, His black and yellow eyes meeting my (e/c) and white ones. We were in a comfortable silence for a few moments. We had been together for about a year, towards the middle of my first year of U.A. He didn't attend U.A. like his younger sister, he didn't want to become a hero, he just wanted to get an education and a job. Michihiro attended a high school not very far away, currently in his final year, while I was in my second year. I had met him through Mina, obviously, when we (myself and a few classmates) had gone to the mall, coming across them on an errand. Michi and I exchanged numbers without his sister knowing, because him dating one of her closer friends may tick her off. Michi gently let his lips meet mine. It was the softest kiss I had ever felt from him, so love filled and passionate. As he pulled away, my breath caught in my throat, before I released a breathy giggle,
"I love you." There was this nervous, small, smile on his lips as he uttered those words, his eyes searching my face for any sort of reaction. My smile fell into an expression of confusion, however relieved. I stood on the tips of my toes, my lips lightly and hesitantly brushing over his.
"W-what?"
"I-I love you, (N/n)." I stared into his eyes, grabbing his jaw and pulling him down to my height, immediately drawing him into a passionate kiss. Over the last year, he had grown from around 5'8" all the way up to about 6'1", leaving me back down at 5'8" at this current point in time. I took a few steps back, our lips moving in sync as I sank down onto my bed, Michihiro carefully pushing me down onto my back and hovering over me.
"I love you too, Mick." I watched as a happy smile spread across his face. I pushed myself up onto my elbows as Michihiro pulled his loose sweater over his head, dropping it to the floor before pulling my t-shirt over my head, quickly reconnecting our lips, the two of us now shirtless.
"You're fucking perfect." I smiled, rolling over so he was beneath me, with me straddling his hips. Mick laced our fingers together, tugging me down so my lips met his.
The two of us froze, quickly pulling apart when we heard the click of my door handle.
"You didn't lock it?" Mick hissed, scared and worried as to who would walk in on me in only my underwear and him in a pair of grey sweatpants in a rather questionable position.
