i like you! |boys planet

seven.

keita's pov
third person

keita was extremely grateful for hiroka. she had always let him know how much she cared about him. whether it be remembering a tiny detail that he mentioned only once, or small gestures of kindness. it was one of the things he loved about her.

woah...
loved?

well, loved is a strong word.. maybe immensely adored? yeah, that sounds better.

he was still sat on his bed, arm around her waist as he talked about some of the songs on one of the vinyls she got him. her hand ran through his hair, softly detangling it with her nails. which were now a light purple, he noticed.

lately he's noticed a lot of things about her. like how she talks to her plants when she waters them. or when she has a cup, she drinks using two hands. and how she gravitates towards gold more than silver jewelry. how she talks about her friends and family with a sparkle in her eyes.

he liked her eyes, he could stare at them all day. keita always made it a point to look her in the eyes when she talked to him. he wanted her to feel seen. he saw the subtle tilt of her head when she was concentrating on what he said. he watched as she committed everything to memory.

"oh! i almost forgot.. can you play me a song before we leave?" she asked, picking at her fingers. hiroka seemed nervous to ask and he didn't understand why. anything she asked, he would do.

"of course.. any recommendations?" he made his way over to where he set his guitar case. he saw her shake her head out of the corner of his eye. keita wracked his brain for a good song to play for her, he knew she had many favorites..

a few songs later, he thought of the perfect song. "double take" by dhruv. it reminded him of her. little did he know, the girl in question was freaking out about what his reaction to his guitar would be.

keita finally unzipped the case and let out a big gasp. "what the fuck!" he spun around at lightning speed, facing hiroka. she currently had her eyes closed, too scared to look at him. "was that a good 'what the fuck' or bad 'what the fuck'????"

he didn't respond. the girl got even more anxious and started to ramble, "i'm sorry. i should have asked. there's an acrylic case on. so if you hate it, you can take it- oomph!" her words were cut off as he hugged her again. he squeezed her tight, tighter than before.

"i love it. thank you. i appreciate you so much.." he muttered into her neck. the girl overcame her shock and wrapped her arms around his neck. she grinned into his shoulder. fortunately, they were almost the same height, so she didn't have to be on her tippy toes to kiss him on the cheek.

he flushed, his face getting hot. the boy pulled away slowly, not wanting to break the contact between them. quietly, he moved back to his bed, guitar in one hand and hiro's in the other. keita flopped down, pulling her with him.

"oof-" she let out a surprised grunt, face rested on his chest. the boy, confident all of a sudden, grabbed her waist and situated her in his lap, facing away from him. hiroka flushed bright red, glad that he couldn't see her face. "oh!"

the terazono boy didn't respond, only letting out a breathless chuckle. he placed his ring covered fingers on the strings. the girl recognized the familiar melody after the first two cords. her small grin widened as she turned her head to look at him.

he was already looking at her. i mean, how couldn't he? she was beautiful...

ehem...

anyways! the two japanese cuties sat in silence, the only sound being the dulcet tone of hiroka's favorite song. they were so focused on each other that they didn't realize that the guitar had stopped producing sound. keita's fingers froze over the instrument.

the room felt a little warmer, making the man's face grow hot. the quick redness that spread throughout his cheeks prompted hiro to laugh. he grinned widely in return. there was something about the way that her lips looked that was different.

she must be wearing a new lip tint. she didn't like the feel of lipstick, she expressed once on facetime while getting ready for work. he wanted to kiss her.

what?

yes.. he wanted to kiss her. after a seconds wait, he decided that he was going to. he leaned in slowly, gauging her reaction. her breath slowed and she blinked leisurely. he took that as a good sign and began closing the distance between their faces.

"can i-" keita couldn't even get the words out.. he was interrupted by his phone ringing. he heard hiroka groan and whisper something about "cockblockers".

the blueberry-haired boy picked up the call and saw it was jaeya. "what jaeya??" he said, voice laced with annoyance. "woah there, pal. why do you sound like i just stopped you from making out with hiroka??" jaeya laughed.

"because you did, dingbat." hiroka scoffed, pulling keita's hand to get the phone right in front of her mouth. the other end of the call was silent for a few seconds before cackling could be heard from a few people. "oh."

"we are leaving now. thanks to someone!" the japanese boy yelled, standing up from his bed. "I'M SORRY, OKAY?!?!?" jaeya screeched out, voice laced with embarrassment.

"uh-huh. bye." hiro hung up the call and followed her manz (not really, she's delulu) out to the living room. she was met with keita pulling on his blue jordans. copying him, she put on her new balances, creme colored, obviously.

the two made their way out the door soon after. they left, not as friends, not as lovers, but somewhere in the between.

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