𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨 || Haruchiyo Sanzu

7

A/N : DOUBLE UPDATE!!!!

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"Anddd, there!" You beamed, smiling widely at Sanzu's attempt on drawing you on your sketchbook.

"A-ah, it looks bad, I'm sorry." He apologizes, scratching his head.

"No no, don't worry! It's your first try, afterall!" You waved a hand.

"Can we try again?" He asks.

"Yeah!"

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"There- ah wait no, curve it a little upwards." You instructed, pointing at the hair part.

"Like this?" He says, looking at you as you instructed him.

"Yeah, like that." You had his hands in yours as you were guiding him in drawing hair.

He suddenly stops, admiring the little peak of your eyes in between the hair on your face, his face unintentionally close to yours.

"Why'd you stop-" You suddenly cut yourself off as you also looked back at him, cheeks getting more red.

'T-Too close!!' You thought, though you liked his warmth.

Sanzu then lets go of the pen, holding your hands instead, intertwining your's and his' fingers.

'He looks so adorable... I wanna kiss him so bad.' Sanzu thought.

A moment of pure silence and tension past, with you and Sanzu admiring each other only.
The wind and the sounds of students chattering a level below the both of you was the only thing heard.

Until Sanzu broke the silence by exhaling a little, leaning his head on your shoulder.

"I wanna get closer with you." He says softly. "I wanna get to know you more." He adds.

"Me too..." You replied.

"I really find you interesting, and I don't wanna rush you by asking you to be my boyfriend so soon, so I'm gonna take baby steps with you, only if you'll allow me. I really want to be with you." He says.

"We only know each other for a few days... But... I wouldn't mind being with you, so sure... Let's take care of each other." You smiled, patting his head with your free hand.

Sanzu didn't wanna tell you about him knowing you before you even met him, so he just kept quiet and nodded.

"Also, this is the first time I've heard you talk a lot." You giggled softly.

He smiles. "Hmm." He hums, burying his face on your shoulder.

"Wanna nap?" You asked.

He nods.

"Alright then." You pat his head, leaning your head on his.

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Sanzu was happy, getting to be close to you like this. It felt like a fever dream, but it wasn't. He was really holding you, close to you.

You were still asleep, your head resting on his lap while he played with your hair. He respectfully didn't take peaks of your face, wanting to respect your privacy and wanting to wait for the time that you'll show it to him when you're ready.

He was already wearing his mask again, as it was already class dismissal in a few minutes.

He didn't want you to go.

But of course, you had to go home. And he does, too.

He sighs, hand traveling to yours, holding it.