[✔️] 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝘬. 𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘶

crossing the line

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Y/N stared at the ceiling of her room, the shadows cast by the moonlight creeping through the curtains as the weight of her choices pressed down on her chest. Guilt churned in her stomach like a storm, a constant reminder of the kiss she had shared with Jirou.

She should have felt regret, should have turned away from the secret they had begun to build together. But instead, every memory of those stolen moments filled her with exhilaration.

The next day at school, the halls buzzed with the chatter of classmates, their laughter echoing off the walls. Y/N walked through the familiar corridors of U.A., her heart racing with a mix of dread and anticipation. She had made a decision; she would continue to see Jirou.

The secrecy added a thrill that felt intoxicating, a sense of adventure that drowned out her guilt, if only for a moment.

After class, Y/N texted Jirou to meet her in the music room, the one place where they could escape to without judgement. For her, the music room was like a gateaway.

She barely managed to suppress a smile as she imagined Jirou's reaction, her warm smile and those mischievous eyes sparkling with excitement. The thought alone sent butterflies swirling in her stomach.

As she entered the music room, the sight of Jirou sitting at the piano brought a rush of warmth to her heart. Jirou glanced up, her expression brightening as soon as she saw Y/N.

"Hey!" Jirou exclaimed, standing up and rushing over. "I wasn't sure you'd come."

Y/N shrugged, trying to play it cool even as her cheeks flushed. "I couldn't resist. We need to talk, right?"

"Right," Jirou said, her voice low, almost conspiratorial. "But first..."

Before Y/N could react, Jirou leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft kiss. It was gentle at first, but the moment Y/N melted into it, Jirou deepened it, her hands cradling Y/N's face. Time stood still as they lost themselves in each other, the weight of the world disappearing in that fleeting moment.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/N was breathless, her heart racing. "We can't keep doing this," she whispered, her voice shaky with uncertainty.

"Why not?" Jirou countered, stepping closer, her confidence returning. "It feels too good to just walk away from it."

Y/N hesitated, the conflicting emotions swirling in her chest. "Because it's wrong. I'm still with Akashi, even if it's falling apart."

"I get it, but you deserve to be happy," Jirou said, her tone sincere yet pleading. "And we both know how we feel. Isn't that worth exploring?"

Y/N bit her lip, glancing away. The thrill of secrecy, the way Jirou made her feel, it was intoxicating. "I guess so," she admitted reluctantly.

"Let's just enjoy the moment, okay?" Jirou suggested, her eyes shining with hope.

Y/N nodded, allowing herself to be swept away in the moment. "Okay."

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Days turned into weeks, and Y/N found herself sneaking around with Jirou more frequently. Every stolen kiss felt like a mini-rebellion against the world. They'd meet in hidden corners of the school, share whispers of their hopes and dreams, and revel in the thrill of their secret relationship.

One afternoon, as they lounged on the roof during lunch, Y/N leaned back against Jirou's shoulder, the warmth of the sun washing over them. "This feels so wrong," Y/N murmured, a teasing smile on her lips. "But also kind of amazing."

"Right?" Jirou chuckled, wrapping her arm around Y/N's waist. "I mean, who knew being a little bad could feel so good?"

"Yeah, well, I feel like we're living on borrowed time," Y/N said, glancing at the edge of the roof, her heart racing with the thrill of it all. "Like something could blow up in our faces at any moment."

"But that's part of the fun," Jirou replied, her voice playful as she leaned in closer. "Besides, what's life without a little risk?"

With that, Jirou pressed her lips to Y/N's once again, this time more urgent, the world around them fading into the background. Y/N melted against her, feeling the rush of emotion surge through her. The kiss ignited something within her, something that urged her to forget about everything else-Akashi, the guilt, the impending consequences.

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On the weekends, Y/N invited Jirou over to her home, knowing it was a dangerous game. She had told her parents she was studying with friends, a half-truth that made her feel even more exhilarated. Jirou arrived, looking effortlessly cool in her usual band tee and ripped jeans, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders.

"Y/N!" she greeted, stepping inside. "Your place is really nice."

"Thanks," Y/N said, leading her to the living room. "Just try to be quiet. My parents are home."

"Got it," Jirou replied, a smirk dancing on her lips. "No crazy rock concerts tonight."

As they settled on the couch, a comfortable silence enveloped them. Y/N felt the familiar flutter in her stomach as Jirou leaned closer, her warmth radiating against Y/N's skin.

"Do you ever wonder what we're doing?" Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Sometimes," Jirou admitted, brushing her fingers against Y/N's. "But I can't help but enjoy it. It feels real."

Y/N nodded, feeling her heart race. The air thickened with tension as their eyes locked, the world outside fading away once again.

"I just-" Y/N started, but Jirou cut her off, capturing her lips in a kiss that sent sparks flying. This kiss was different-hungry and desperate, as if they were both trying to convey everything they couldn't say with words.

Y/N's heart raced, her hands tangling in Jirou's hair as she pulled her closer. The kiss deepened, and Y/N felt as though they were the only two people in existence, lost in their own world. It was intoxicating, thrilling, and all-consuming.

But suddenly, Y/N's mind flickered back to Akashi, and panic washed over her. "Jirou, wait-" she gasped, pulling away, her breath coming in quick bursts.

"What's wrong?" Jirou asked, concern flooding her features.

"I really can't... keep doing this," Y/N said, her heart pounding. "It feels so good, but it's wrong."

"Y/N," Jirou said softly, cupping Y/N's face. "You can't keep fighting how you feel. This is more than just a bad though. I care about you. I really do."

"I care about you too," Y/N admitted, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "But what about Akashi? I don't want to hurt him."

"Then make a choice," Jirou replied, her voice steady. "You deserve to be happy, and I want you to be happy with me. But you have to be honest with yourself first."

Y/N felt the weight of Jirou's words, the gravity of the situation crashing down on her. She knew Jirou was right, but the fear of the unknown loomed over her.

In that moment, as she looked into Jirou's eyes, she realized the thrill of their secret was no longer enough to overshadow the truth. But before she could voice her thoughts, Jirou leaned in again, capturing Y/N's lips with a fierce urgency that left her breathless.

It was a kiss filled with passion, a kiss that dared to defy the rules they had created. And as they lost themselves in that moment, Y/N felt the walls she had built around her heart begin to crumble, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.