Favorite Crime || Mikey/OC/Mitsuya

13 - heartache

"listen, about yesterday..." Takashi mutters.

we were currently in my empty classroom since it's been long since we were dismissed. I stayed to wait for Takashi to finish with his club duties which was why it's nearing 7 now; the classroom dim as we leaned on desks opposite each other.

I look down on my feet as I recall the events of yesterday night—the dimness of my room, his hand stroking my hair, his arms around me, his lips near mine. I waited the whole day to discuss about this because one thing that left me unsatisfied last night was that only I got to put my feelings into words. even if I was on cloud 9 right now, there was still a possibility that he had acted in the spur of the moment. words will be my only certainty about how he really feels.

"what about yesterday?" I mumble innocently.

"the kisses," he shyly says.

kisses

right, I had kissed his cheek before he kissed the corner of my lips.

"I'm sorry for kissing you like that, it was inappropriate of me to do that in your room."

"it's fine, would you have kissed me directly if we were somewhere else though?" I boldly ask, looking up at him in pure curiosity.

I could make out the slight shift in his feet as he turns to face completely away from me.

"Kurokawa, seriously," he sighs.

"is that a yes?"

"stop it," he mutters, "it's late, I'll take you home."

I follow behind him as he walks towards the door, bearing somewhat mixed feelings as to how he only apologized for the kiss and never told me anything about how he truly felt. maybe he just didn't feel the need to directly tell me? or maybe the kiss really was just brought about by him not wanting me to feel rejected. I stare at his back, trying to match his footsteps while maintaining a fair distance from him.

"yes, I would've," he says as he turns to look at me, stopping in his tracks.

"what?"

"Kurokawa, come here. why are you so far from me?" Takashi's lavender eyes compelled me to take his outstretched hand, burying my worries and doubts.

his fingers laced through mine as we walked side by side. I don't know what he was thinking about but I surely am just trying not to trip on my own feet. I send him a glance which he returns before he smiles at me, raising our joint hands.

"is this okay?"

"of course," I mutter, helpless against the warmth in his eyes and gentleness of his hold.

for now, having his hand in mine and hearing his vague, indirect confessions would suffice.

+++

in no time, we experienced the first snowfall on the third of December. I was out with Mikey grocery shopping, neither of us aware that it was going to snow.

"how could you not know?" he mutters as we stare outside blankly.

"I don't watch the news..." I reply grimly.

we're stuck in the supermarket with Mikey carrying five out of six plastic bags—not my idea by the way—while we stand at the side of the building that the roof still covered. we're not being overdramatic here, but we are freezing, we walked here because we can't carry our items with his bike, if we rode a bus it'd most likely be full because of the snow, and to top it off, I'm only wearing a single layer of clothing.

"I did tell you to at least wear a coat before we left," Mikey says matter-of-factly, head tilted upwards as he distractedly stares at the falling snow.