THE MHA COLLECTION .

KISS ME MORE. 2

WARNING! SUGGESTIVE CONTENT!

you find out something interesting about iida. (might be ooc)

i advise you to listen to the song especially in this part

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"Can I leave my stuff out here?" I gestured to the huge dining area we were about to leave from. He nodded before turning away from me and leading me to his room. I had only been to his room a few times with the rest of our friends, but only probably about twice by myself. I was used to seeing the excessive amount of organization his room displayed so this only added to his character and one more thing I grew to love about him. I realized I started to love more things about him everyday but could he say the same about me? I didn't know the answer to that yet. And hopefully, I'd find out today.

I made myself comfortable on his bed by plopping myself down and grabbing a pillow to hug. This was something I did whenever I got a chance to be in here because it was the closest thing to putting my arms around him. As I said, he wasn't too pleased about PDA as he was too busy scolding everyone else about theirs to be caught up in it himself. So most of the time, I was cautious about when he wanted to be touched. In 2 months, the closest we got to touching or anything like that was handholding. It was still romantic but after a while, you get tired of it if that's the only thing you're doing when being in a relationship.

I watched as he looked for a book to grab off his bookshelf. I sighed in frustration.

"What's wrong?" He asked me with his eyes still scanning his bookshelf. I guessed he heard me. Finally.

"You're my boyfriend, right?" My grip on the pillow tightened.

"I am." Eyes still not on me. "Is there a problem?"

"I.. I just don't feel like it..." I mumbled, looking down. I've been meaning to share my thoughts with him the entire time and now I had the opportunity, I buckled down. Maybe I wasn't as confident as I thought.

He walked over to me and got on the bed and sat in front of me with his legs crossed in front of him. I turned to him and did the same with the pillow still in my arms.

"You don't feel like we're dating?" He revisited the topic.

"No..." I said timidly. He pushed his glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose.

"I'm sorry," All I wanted him to do was acknowledge it, I didn't want him to feel bad about it. "Excuse me as I haven't been in a relationship prior to this..." I don't see how, he's the sweetest thing... minus the small attitudes sometimes. Unlike him, I've been in relationships before and none of them were like the others. I've had different experiences in all of them.

I reached out to touch his hand. "It's okay. Don't be sorry." He holds my hand and entangles his fingers in mine.

"I feel like a terrible boyfriend. Your needs are just as important as mine, if not more. Forgive me." It hurt me to see that he feels this way but through out the whole relationship so far, it was hard to get an idea on how he felt towards me at times.

I scooted closer to him and reached up to caress his cheek. There was a comfortable silence between us before he spoke.

"Y/n?"