Requested by the lovely and beautiful SamiDaku !
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I let out a small sigh as I glanced at the clock, the sun setting through the window conveniently behind it. I had just spent the day uneventfully reading and playing video games, completely devoid of any social interaction. And, let's face it, I was feeling lonely.
I picked up my phone, which was completely absent of text messages. My finger hovered over Ouma's contact name, thoughts swimming in my mind. While I had only known him for a few months, I had considered the short amethyst haired boy to be one of my close friends. Granted, we didn't spend too much time together outside of school, but I did think highly of him.
Against my better judgement, my finger hit the "call" button. No turning back now, I thought to myself as I lifted the phone up to my ear, the familiar ringing filling my ear.
"Hiya!" Ouma's cheery voice exclaimed through the speakers, causing me to flinch away from the phone in surprise.
"H-hello, Ouma-Kun," I responded, clearing my throat. "Are you busy at all tonight? I've been kinda bored... maybe we could watch a movie together?"
There was a silence on the other side of the line. "Nishishishi! Of course! Send me your address, I'll be over soon!" Before I could muster a response, his voice was cut off by the dial tone. I sighed and texted him my address, getting my living room into a presentable state for him to see.
In what felt like a few mere seconds, I heard a knock at the door. I flung it open to find Ouma standing at the doorway with a smirk plastered on his face, carrying a small grocery bag at his side. "Good evening, (y/n)-chaaan!"
"O-ouma-Kun!" I shouted as the short boy let himself in. He made a beeline for the living room, setting his grocery bag on the table and sitting on the edge of the couch. "What's in the bag?"
"I brought snacks!" He exclaimed innocently, pulling out two bottles of Panta and some popcorn.
"That's... nice of you. Thank you," I admitted, the boy nodding in response. "So, what do you want to watch?"
He thought for a moment, but then flashed me an earnest grin. "You pick, (y/n)-chan!"
"Ok... how's this?" I asked, selecting (favorite movie) on the screen. I watched him give an energetic nod, and thus I began to play the movie.
I positioned myself on the far corner of the couch, making sure to not make the boy uncomfortable. I began to snack on some popcorn, during which Ouma noticed my awkward sitting position.
"Hey! (Y/n)-chan!" He huffed, a grumpy look on his face. I snapped my neck to look at him, noticing his discontent. "You look so uncomfortable!"
"Uh... sorry!" I exclaimed, sitting a bit farther back on the couch. Ouma nodded slightly, as if he approved.
After watching the movie for a few silent minutes, I noticed Ouma inching closer to me every time I checked. While I had assumed it was just my mind playing tricks on me, it eventually became clear that it wasn't.
I noticed Ouma's hand inch towards mine, his dainty pale fingers touching my hand. My heart raced at the gentle touch as he slowly began to wrap his entire hand around mine.
"Is this ok, (y/n)-chan?" He murmured in a low voice, to which I nodded. I was too terrified to look at him, as I was afraid of cracking under pressure. I was already blushing hard enough as is.
Ouma proceeded to inch closer and closer to me, to the point where we were sitting a few minute inches apart from each other. Slowly, I noticed his face inch closer to mine, gazing at me with half-lidded purple eyes. My face blushed bright red at the close proximity, my embarrassment garnering a low chuckled from him.
"Nishishi... don't be afraid..." he cooed, his face inching even closer. I felt my eyelids droop shut, my lips parting slightly. Ouma's lips made contact with mine, and we began to kiss gently. His lips were slightly chapped, but he was still a good kisser despite the possibility of him having experience being questionable.
I lied down on the couch, him climbing on top of me. There was still a good amount of space between us as we continued kissing, him running his fingers through my hair. I gripped onto his face delicately, then moving on to comb his purple tresses with my own hands.
After a short while, he pulled away from me for air. I felt the warmth of his breath as he smirked coyly, a strange glint in his eyes.
"Ouma-Kun..." I breathed, at a complete loss for words. He planted a quick kiss on my forehead before climbing off of me, sitting down at the corner of the couch and patting the space next to him. I shrugged, then proceeding to heed his command and snuggling up next to him. He grabbed a nearby blanket and covered us with it.
"Are you less bored now?" He asked coyly, his arms wrapped around me. I nodded innocently as he placed a kiss onto my forehead yet again.
"You know, (y/n)-chan... I've always liked you! I'm surprised I was able to do this!"
I let out a shocked sigh. "Well... in that case, I've always liked you too."
"I'm happy," he mumbled sweetly, burying his face into my hair. I let out a drowsy sigh as I felt myself become engulfed in his warmth. I felt drowsiness get the best of me, as I was slowly pulled to sleep. But before I could fully disappear from consciousness, I heard Ouma murmur a few more words.
"Goodnight, (y/n)-chan. I've loved you ever since I've met you."
((SORRY THIS WAS CHEESY BUT SO FUN TO WRITE AAAHHH))
