𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕;; hoshiumi kourai

꒰chap.5 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉꒱

THIS IS NOT A LEMON. I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A LEMON. 

I'm so boreddd :') But I just finished my first day of exams (mentally partying) so I deserve to write✨. I cringe at the ending but finally wrote some ✨quality✨ moments between the Luv birds. Anywho, enjoy this very short chap!!!

p.s I might start writing a Noya fanfic soon. The latest HQ ep was sooo gud. Noya was a d o r a b l e 🥺. It'll be great if u guys give some plot ideas👉👈

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Hoshiumi's POV

dksgfjkaghhfgfkjgkasfhgkahgkjdhgakahfkafkfjdhgakfhgakf(mentally breaking inside)

WHY DID I SAY THAT!!!!!!

Both Miya-san and Kageyama were looking at me with their eyes wide open. I didn't even realize what I just said until I saw their expression. Yes, I'll admit Aiko is cute, like really, really cute. But why did I say that?! My heartbeat is going off the charts right now. If a doctor set a heartbeat monitor beside me, I'd bet my life that the monitor will go haywire within seconds.

When the cafeteria lady asked Kageyama and Miya to fill their tray, I exhaled in absolute, pure relief. The situation is bad enough without their prying, exasperated gaze set on me. Honestly, I didn't realize that I said it out loud; I thought I was saying it inside my head, but no, I didn't. All I can do is hope for Kageyama and Miya never to say a word about my declaration to Aiko. If they do, I'll have the right to ransom them.

What?! I'm desperate!

The most embarrassing fact isn't because of my sudden outburst— although it certainly is inconvenient— it's because Aiko doesn't remember who I am. When your best friend says you look cute, you don't have a problem with that, but when a guy you just met says it, well, the scenario is a whole lot different.

Aiko views me as a guy she just met, but truthfully I'm not. I don't want to push her to remember me, but I wished she did. If only I could turn back time, I would have done something different. Maybe, just maybe, she would still remember me.

"Hoshiumi-san."

My consciousness snapped back to reality. I looked in the direction of the person calling me.

Speak of the devil, I thought to myself.

Aiko sat in front of me; I must've walked here unconsciously because I don't recall walking and sitting here. She extended her right hand, holding a carton of milk.

"Want it?"

I took it and nodded.

"You finally decided to call me by my name."

She rolled her eyes playfully.

"Please, I called you seagull boy at least five times, but you wouldn't pay attention, so I had to call you by your name."

"I thought you didn't remember?"

"I didn't, but I asked Kageyama and Miya-senpai earlier."

Upon hearing his name, I looked around to look for the duo, or more precisely, making sure they didn't tell Aiko anything.

"They went to the toilet." Answered Aiko, reading my mind.

"What's with you calling Miya-san senpai?"

Aiko raised her eyebrow at me, confused."What am I supposed to call him? Miya-chan?"

"You don't call me senpai." I pointed out.

She faced me with a completely baffled expression, her iris's wide in surprise, but it didn't last 

more than a few seconds because soon her laughter was filling the brim of my ears.

"I thought you were funny before, but this is just wow." Aiko giggled.

If someone makes fun of me, I'll usually be irritated; no, actually, I'm always irritated. But Aiko's a particular case. Strangely, I'm not at all troubled by her retort. Contradicting, I'm slightly happy that she's laughing. She's cute when she laughs.

AHHHHH. I said it again!!!!

"Are...are you sick?"

Aiko reached her palm towards my forehead, measuring my temperature. If someone saw us, I'll bet that they get nostalgic feelings of seeing a kdrama—that scene where the girl doesn't know what she's doing but is too kind to stop.

"IM NOT!"

If I saw my face in the mirror, it must've been the same shade as the strawberry I ate yesterday. It felt like my face was burning extremely hot.

"You sure?" The girl asked.

"I'm not. But," I raised my hand and overlapped it over the female's, "I don't mind you doing this."