amajiki tamaki imagines

one

He'd seen her from afar on a cloudy morning. The wind nipped at his bare skin, his bangs fluttering in the sharp air. He'd talked to her on a sunny day, heat warming his back, sweat forming on his neck. He'd laughed with her on a dark day, the clouds angry and upset, releasing torrents of water from their hold. He'd fallen in love with her during a slow evening, headaches present from staring at a textbook packed with words and concepts and ideas for too long. Her head, atop the table, the tired, soft breaths escaping from her lips. She drifted into a sweet hot sleep, her limbs warm in the uncomfortable chair her legs were tucked in. Her arms dangled from her shoulders, her glasses sliding off her nose and onto the desk.
He took one look at her and took another. Before he knew it, he was staring and his face had become the lightest shade of red. His hand moved against his will, bringing his fingers to gently slide across her skin, moving the extra unruly hair from her face to behind her ear. Her hot breath on his hand, the warmth of the room, his dull headache matched the fuzzy feeling in his heart. Her cheek against the desk should be her cheek against his chest. He should be able to grab her glasses, carefully set them next to the open book on the table as he slid his arms around her to carry her to the bed that sat just behind them.

He couldnt.

His heart thud against his ribcage as the dimming sun drifted in the window, casting melancholy orange hues against their skin. His face was warm, his fingers retracted, the heat of her skin lingering on his fingertips. 

"I love you," he mumbled, the blood within his veins pumping a mile a minute. The nerves jumping within him dissipated when her quiet breathing continued. He stood up carefully, pushing his chair back without any noise despite the friction. Casting his gaze to the clock, he grabbed his phone and made his way to the living room, unable to control himself in her wake. Maybe one day he'd be brave enough to admit it when she could hear him, maybe one day. But today isn't one day. 

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ok i fucking hate that i cant indent and im too far past the point of caring if my writing's shit, i do enough complaining on my tumblr thanks bye.