Imagination

13. Conflictions

Miya

I stood in my kitchen, hand on the coffee machine that was in the works. Oikawa still came over almost every day after school, mainly just to talk or hang out. His grades in English significantly improved because of my teachings, and that made me extremely pleased. The fact that I managed to help boost his grade was enough to higher my own morale, and it felt luxurious.

But it was obvious that there was another reason for him wanting to come over. It was plain to see that we had mutual feelings towards each other, but nervousness seemed to always get the best of us. I knew that Oikawa would have asked me to be his girlfriend the split second he started to catch feelings, but...

It just didn't make sense. If he really did like me; he could see that I liked him too, why wouldn't he just ask me out or something? Is there something bothering him about me? What if it was about someone else? I really was stuck in a bind.

The murky feeling swirled around in my mind as I tried to cloud it with more positive insights. However, I was knocked out of my own consciousness by his angelic voice, which called from up the stairs to my room.

"Miya...Is the coffee ready yet?" He asked groggily, poking his head over the side wall of the staircase.

I chuckled and nodded, moving the finished coffee mug from the machine, placing it on the counter.

"Milk and sugar? We have cinnamon too if you'd like," I offered, and he slumped down the stairs with a face that looked like he had just been greeted at death's door.

"Woah, you okay? You're incredibly pale," I jogged over to him with concern, and examined his face with one hand resting on his cheek. It was surprisingly warm, which made me hesitate with slight curiosity for a second.

"Got you! I'm perfectly fine, cutie," he snickered as I took my hand off of his cheek, pouting.

"That wasn't very nice, y'know. I was actually scared you weren't feeling well," I mumbled, crossing my arms over my upper torso with a huff.

"Aw, don't be so mad at me! I'm sorry, please forgive me!" He apologized, putting his hands together and bowing low. All I did was look at him with a raised eyebrow, and then burst out laughing.

"Don't even worry about it," I chuckled sweetly. He stared at me as I went back to the coffee set on the counter, my head turning in his direction. "What?" I asked, and he smirked sweetly.

"You really are beautiful, do you know that?" He spoke softly, taking a few steps towards me.

I scoffed. "Flattery isn't going to get you anywhere, Toru."

He sighed happily, and raised his right hand up to my chin. He tipped it upwards with his finger, my eyes immediately connecting with his chocolate ones. With an eyebrow raised, he stroked my cheek softly, making me giggle.

The coffee was still in my hand as he began to take a more serious tone, his face having a few stained blush marks on them.

His gorgeous complexion began to lean into mine ever so slightly, and it was almost too late before I realized what he was doing. But instead of pulling away, I set the mug on the counter beside me, and started to gently move my hands to his shoulders, sinking into the moment as his mouth moved dangerously close to mine.

Ring-Ring! Ring-Ring!

Right as we were about to interlock our lips, his phone rang loudly from his messenger bag, cutting off all the connection we had built up.

He sighed in defeat, and took his delicate hand off my face. I had to admit that I felt rather disappointed in that moment, and inhaled deeply to calm down my beating heart.