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"Are we really just friends?"
Who knew that such mere words could be so daunting for Iwaizumi? You barely spoke; whispering against his lips with your fingers in his chestnut hair. Something about the way you mumbled made his cheeks flush pink, his knees grow weak and his lungs turn breathless. It seems like all this time, you both thirst for each other.
"No, I want you more than that", he states.
"Then kiss me."
Iwaizumi feverishly sighs, one hand hauling you into his chest while the other caresses your cheek. He's never been so close to a girl before, never locked his eyes so deep, so lost. But in this state of mind, he couldn't think straight.
He gingerly pecks his lips against yours in an awkward matter, of course, first kisses were always clumsy. You didn't seem to mind it, instead you drag him down by the collar. Moulding your lips onto his, ensuring that your tongue would taste every part of him. Second kisses were always sloppy but passionate, a kiss you would never forget.
