S M I T T E N ( Kuroo Tetsurou x OC )

『 12 』

Original Art by Nairuru

"Because I like you."

"What?" I whispered.

The words echoed in my ears.

"Because I like you."

"WHAAAT?!" I shouted.

Those words finally sunk in.

This can't be true, right?

My mind was running around in circles. There's no way he meant that.

That's right. He has Ishihara Sumiko, one of the most beautiful girls in school. There's no way he'd like someone like me. This is a joke. He's teasing me again.

But even after knowing this, I couldn't calm the pounding in my chest nor the blood rushing to my face.

Ah, he always makes me feel this way.

I looked at his reddened face.

He must be so embarrassed. I wonder who dared him into this fake confession?

I clenched my fists as I stared at him directly into his eyes.

"I cannot accept your feelings," I said resolutely.

He might be embarrassed, but nothing is more humiliating than being the butt of a joke!

"Ah, I figured you'd say that," he let out a faint smile.

I knew he didn't mean those words. I knew he was just teasing me. But why did he have such a sad look on his face?

"Can I ask why though?" He asked while sitting on top of the teacher's desk behind him.

Seeing him like this made my heart waver.

Was I wrong about him? No way.

Whatever confidence I had earlier all dissipated.

I meekly looked up at him. "You want to know why I don't like you?"

It was an odd request.

"Can't you humor an old man like me?"

He chuckled but it sounded so forced.

I held my shaking hands up to my chest. I never had to confront someone with my feelings before.

I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes as I lowered my head. I couldn't bear to look at him when I say these next words.

"Whenever I'm with you, I get so angry that my chest hurts and my face becomes flushed!"

There, I said it!

Kuroo remained silent.

I wonder what he's thinking. Was I too harsh?

I opened an eye to take a peek at his expression.

Kuroo was sitting there with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face.

"Is that how you really feel about me?" He stood up straight, closing the gap between us.

He lifted his hand and brushed the hair off my face, twirling my locks around his finger.

"Am I making you angry now?"

I stared into his eyes. My words were stuck in my throat.

I never realized that his eyes were hazel. Or how the golds and the greens in his eyes mixed beautifully together.