✧ νєятσ ✧「BNHA 」

(late) 𝕍𝔸𝕃𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕀ℕ𝔼𝕊 𝕊ℙ𝔼ℂ𝕀𝔸𝕃 𝕌𝕎𝕌

✢

✢

✢

________________________

Kōkan Sayaka's POV

The tips of Shōta's ears turned red as he shoved a box into my hands as I opened my apartment door.
I tilt my head to side slightly - it was a little habit I had when I was confused - at the color of his ears and his slouched figure standing in my doorway. His face was stuffed into his capture weapon, and his eyes avoided mine.
"What's the box for Shōta?" I ask, turning it in my hands to get a better look at the frail box.
"Just open it."
My curiosity peaked and I carefully ripped it open, to find a whole box of chocolates. My eyes widen and my mouth waters a bit.
"Really?!?" I ask excitedly. "For me?!"
Shōta grunts and rolls his eyes.
"No, I want you to give them to Hizashi for me." He retorts sarcastically. I ignore his taunts and hug the box to my chest with a happy smile.
"You wanna come in? I've been wallowing in my lonely sorrows since 6AM, let's be depressed together!" I suggest, ripping apart some japanese chocolate bar. He grumbles and I pull him inside.

---
✢
---

"C'mon Shōtaaaaaaaaa!!!" Shōta shakes his head at me as we sit on the couch together.
"No." I frown and look at his blank face.
"Why not?!" He looks back at me and scoffs slightly.
"Because pillow forts are stupid and a waste of time."
"hghff.." I huff as I headbutt into his shoulder. "You're no fun..." I pout and I feel him place a hand on my head. He pushes away my head and raises an eyebrow.
"If I do this will you shut up?" I nod with a hopeful smile while he sighs.
"...fine." I yell in excitement to his hesitant comply, and start running to my closet to get the right things for a pillow fort.

Ten years later, and fifteen minutes of bickering, we had a nice god damn pillow fort.
We were seated inside of it watching tv while sipping some hot tea™️.
"Fuck YES QUEEN!!! SLAY BITCH." I screamed. Shōta threw a pillow at me, but I caught it and quickly threw it back at his face.
"Why are you so obnoxious?" He asks, irritated.
I smile innocently at him. "Then why are you such an asshole?" Once I said that, An elbow was jammed into my side and I whined in protest.
"Shut it, you deserved that, you insolent brat."
"I'm the same age as you!" I countered, putting my empty mug on the hardwood floor covered in some sheet.
"But you're still a nuisance." I pouted, but then looked back at him cheekily.
"But I'm your nuisance." His eyes widen a fraction, and he suddenly turns away from me, slouching while still clutching his tea.
"Yo," I start, crawling closer to him, "What'd I do, man?" His ebony hair was pulled into a ponytail, so it was easier to see his red tinted ears. 'Holy shit...!'
Seeing him blushing at me made me blush in response, and we were left in awkward silence for a bit as we both died.
I rubbed my cheeks as a futile way to stop the blush and I eventually get on my knees. I crawl closer to him and hug him from his backside, draping my arms around his rounded shoulders.
"Heyo," I whisper in his ear, and I feel him tense up a bit before relaxing.
"how you doin lil mama? lemme whisper in your ear, tell you sunthing that you might like to hear-" I joke, and he pushes me off of him before I could continue.
"You're really annoying, y'know that?" He asks, and I nod joyfully.
He faces me once again and my heart thumps through my chest. He had a light blush coated over his cheeks in embarrassment, and I looked away quickly. I see him continue sippppping his tea™️ and look back at the dopey show we were watching.
"Shōta?" I ask. He hums in reply, and I already see the blush from before fading.
"..If you could, would you ever want to be in a relationship?" I ask hesitantly.
The chatter of the tv fills the room as I wait for his answer.
"...it'll depend." I trace the rim of my cup with my finger, and stare off into space as I contemplate the answer. "It matters on who it is, and the circumstances, really." He explains.
I hum thoughtfully in response, while glancing at the tv a couple times.

Was this information supposed to hurt?
Really, it just felt like a dull ache in my chest as I keep thinking about it.
We watch the tv in silence for a bit before he gets called in by his hero agency.
I walk him to the door and he slips on his shoes.
"See ya later?" I ask, and he grunts in agreement. I open the door for him, and he steps out.
"Um, Shōta..?" I hesitate at my new idea, but you know what they say, 'Better now than never.'
Shōta turns around to face me.
"Yea-" I abruptly crash his lips to mine, and wrap my arms around his neck. His lips were slightly chapped, and they stood unmoving for the first few seconds, but Shōta eventually shakes off the shock and wraps his arms around my waist.
Feeling him against me feels like I've just found that missing puzzle piece- It just felt right. His embrace was warm in contrast to the cool air, and the feeling of lips against mine put me in total bliss.
His teeth rubbed against mine awkwardly, probably since this has been the first time I've ever kissed someone, and that was probably mutual on his side, too.
Yet the kiss felt so serene in that moment, despite the sloppiness and awkwardness that still hung lightly in the air.

We both pull away, still in each other's arms while panting. There was a light blush on Shōta's face once again, and I probably looked like a tomato. I moved one of my hands to gently caress his cheek, the rough stubble grinding against my hands.
Until I remembered what I just did.
I squeaked out an apology, forced my way out of his arms, and slammed the door in his face.
I quickly speed dialed Nemuri with my back leaning against the front door.
She picks up.

"NEMURI, I FUCKED UP."

________________________

Tbh this was my first time writing a kissing scene, so if theres any critiques you can find, plz tell me them so I can improve úwù
Also, this was not canon in the story, so yeeee