Make a Wish

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-Takumi POV-

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I woke up with a start, and opened my eyes only to see a slightly familiar ceiling above me.

Wait... a dorm room? Why was I here?

Oh yes.

I fainted last night. I need to remember to sleep and eat more.

But... who brought me here? And where was "here"?

I glanced around my surroundings only to see a certain person... Yukihira, that is.

Yukihira?

All the memories of last night came flooding back to me, from the shopping to the sunset to... the kiss... and then the me fainting.

And... and him carrying me back to his dorm?

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But... oh dear God, I kissed him in my half-delirious state...

Wait... but he kissed me back... I mean, on the forehead, but it was still a kiss. Did this mean there might be a small chance that he liked me as well?

I smiled at the stupid Yukihira.

Great job of monitoring the patient.

He was sleeping in a chair, and a little drool was making its way down his chin.

I lifted a hand to wipe his chin with a sheet, before realizing that something came along with my hand. Yukihira's.

So that's where that warm fuzzy feeling was coming from.

Was he here all night with me? Just holding my hand like this?

"Oh," Yukihira said, jolting out of his sleeping position from the movement of my arm. "You're awake. I'm glad you're okay," he finished, kissing my forehead.

I turned an unsightly shade of red. "S- Souma!" I yelped. The antics of that guy.

He gave a bright wide smile. 'You hear that? You just called me by my first name, Takumi. That's a first."

Damn. Cheeky bastard. I scowled at him, which just made him grin even more.

"You're cute when you're embarrassed," he chuckled, ruffling my hair.

"S- stop it, Sou—Yukihira..." I trailed off, removing his hand from my hair and holding it in mine.

"Takumi?" he asked questioningly. That adorable idiot.

I blushed and hid my face in my covers, pulling my hand away as I clutched it against my chest. "I'm cold. Don't you have any more blankets?"

"Well, no, but I can get in with you."

"E- eeeehhhhhh????"

If he was embarrassed, it didn't show on his face as he did just that, silently slipping under the covers onto the small twin-mattress.

With me.

If I didn't know if I could before, now I definitely knew it was possible for my face get even redder.

"Ehhhhh??? What are you doing, Souma?!??"

"Nothing."

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"Hmm..."

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"...you warm enough yet?"

I silently smiled, wrapping my arms around his torso. He did, too.

"Thank you... for everything... I guess..." I mumbled into Souma's shirt, hiding my face into the fabric to try to cover my completely red face.

"No," he smiled, "thank you. I had the best time of my life yesterday, and I never got to tell you. And I found out you like me!" He exclaimed.

"Sh- shut up! Stupid Yukihira!" I gasped, blushing furiously.

"Oh-hoh? You didn't deny it? So does that mean you do like me?" He waggled his eyebrows, giving me a little poke in the side.

I gasped, trying to hold back my laughter. I needed to hold onto my dignity a little more- I couldn't let him know I was ticklish. "St- stop that!"

"Eheheh..." He chuckled, his face taking on the demeanor of that which we usually associated with him creating weird new dishes with. "Is the great Takumi Aldini ticklish?" He smiled evilly.

Oh dear.

By the time he was finished, I was wheezing for breath, trying to grab ahold of myself. "Wh- what was th- that for, Souma?"

He grinned. "Do I need to have a reason? And besides, you're too cute when you're flustered. Especially when your 'perfect' hair is all over the place like that and your-"

"Shut up," I said, cutting him off by grabbing him by the front of his shirt and roughly kissing him. More like just mashing our mouths together, though. It was quite awkward.

But it worked. He shut up.

I immediately regretted it. Pulling away quickly, my face heated up so much that I wouldn't be surprised if smoke came out of my ears.

Turning towards the wall, I took most of the blankets with me, burying my face in the comforter.

What an idiot. I could feel tears pooling up in the corners of my eyes.

No! What have I done?!

"T- Takumi?" Souma asked hesitantly.

"No." My voice was muffled by the blanket. I couldn't face him. Especially with what I just did. Why did I think kissing him was a good idea?

"Takumi," he said a little firmer.

"Mmph." I slowly turned around to half face him, my face still a light shade of pink.

He was silent for a moment, studying my face.