Tadaima [Sugawara x reader]

Chapter 7

Sugawara leaned in even closer, his eyes locked on my lips. Only, at the moment his brushed against mine, I turned my head to the side. I could sense him look away in embarrassment and believe me, I wasn't exactly feeling all high and mighty either.

To be completely honest, I wasn't thinking. I wasn't thinking about how this would turn out, how I would probably hurt his feelings–and mine too for that matter. My body just acted on instinct.

Still, I knew running away won't help neither of us. "Look," I started. "I . . . I'm scared to rush this.  Because if we do, you might see something in me that you don't like." Not a lie. "There's this whole mom and dad thing and we don't know each other so well–"

I couldn't ramble anymore for Sugawara's lips shut me up.

This really weird wave of electricity spread out in my body and after a second I gave in and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back.

Our teacher slammed the door open. "I did not sign up for this."

Neither did I, dammit.

We pulled back at once and Kōshi–I think it's alright to call him by his first name now, isn't it?–turned his back to me, facing the blackboard.

"You can pull out your textbooks whenever you feel like it." Sensei said in a mocking and annoyed voice.

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You know that awkward feeling between you and the person after you two had done something? Like, went on a date, held hands. Kissed.

I don't.

After getting out of detention, Kōshi apologized for not being able to walk me home since he was already late to be at his too, and of course I said it's no big deal. He believed it. Hell, even I almost believed what I said. Truth be told, in no way did I want to split up with him.

But I knew better than anyone mom is already going to kill me and if I don't come home in an hour, she won't bother to kill me twice.

"See you tomorrow," Kōshi waved and flashed the warmest smile.

"Yeah. See ya," I said and for the first time in a while I felt genuinely happy.

There's oh!-I-just-got-an-A happy, there's woah-my-captain-just-praised-me happy and then there's shit-I-just-had-my-first-kiss happy.

I'm pretty sure we all know which one applies here.

I took a few steps away from the school, away from Kōshi, and my stomach flipped like insane. Some weird force was turning me around and making me run towards the boy who just kissed me, and so I gave in, just like to the kiss.

Screw everything.

"Kōshi!" I exclaimed. He stopped in his tracks and looked over at me, his is wide in surprise. Mine were probably too. "Screw everything," I repeated, as if to convince myself that I really shouldn't care. "Let's go somewhere. Anywhere. I don't want to be without you."

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Not long after, we ended up at a late summer festival some group decided to throw since they apparently missed all the official ones. No idea how that happened, but oh well.

It still looked really legit–there were food stalls, souvenir shops and above everything red lanterns were floating, lighting the paths.

Pretty much everything from there was a mess of beauty, awesomeness, cuteness all together. We danced our evening away to the traditional music, not bothering to sync our moves to the rhythm. All smells and sounds mixed up, but we didn't care. I felt free. I think Kōshi did, too. We didn't care about our curfew. We didn't care about the scoldings we were going to get after pulling something like this. We only cared for each other.

A slower song came on and Kōshi wrapped his arms around my waist, while I locked mine behind his neck. We stared into each other's eyes and the whole world beside us disappeared, washed away.

It truly felt like a dream.

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Here goes nothing. "It's me," I said, closing the door behind me.

"Do you have any idea how worried I was?" My mom ran up to me and before I knew it, I was being pulled into a hug.

Yes, a hug. From my mom.

Call me when the shuttle lands.

My eyes wide open, I slowly put my hands around her, still feeling a little thrown off. I mean, yo, it's not every day your crazy mom who shouts at you during her free time pulls you into a hug.

"What were you doing? For the love of God."

My eyes got wet and not because of the question. I could sense a tear drop onto my shoulder. And it wasn't mine.

I felt guilty. For kissing Kōshi, for running away, for not coming home. The truth just basically made its way out of my mouth all by itself.

"I–I was with him, mom. I'm sorry."