you're too cute. | futakuchi kenji

"[Name]-chi!" you jump at the sudden yell; thankfully, you didn't drop your food (otherwise it would have been a total waste of money). Futakuchi grins at the sight of you and snakes his arms around your waist from behind, placing small chaste kisses on your cheeks. Your face turns into a deep shade of red and you tried to tell him to get off of you (although stutters only came out of your lips as you attempted to tell him to remove himself off of you).

"I've been looking everywhere for you!" he says. He didn't want to remove himself off of you — he wanted to continue touching you, and holding you in his arms, feeling your warmth. And so, he held you tight, pulling you closer to him — not wanting to let you go. He rests his head on your shoulder, and he could see the colours of pink and red that covered your face. He smiled, "Why are you eating here by yourself?"

"Uh.. I— Erm.." you gulped, unsure of how to respond to him. "I.. um.."

"You've been avoiding me lately, too," Futakuchi adds, his smile turning into a small, childish, pout. You continue to stay silent, and hoping that he would let go of you. But you knew he wouldn't be doing that soon. Futakuchi was a very stubborn boy — and if he didn't want to let go of you, then he wasn't going to do that. The brunette seems unsatisfied by your lack of words and he nuzzles your neck to grab your attention, "I don't like it when [Name]-chan ignores me."

"K-Kenji.." you stammered, unable to control your blush. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, I forgive you," he says, his voice muffled. "If you give me a kiss."

"W-What..?" you were pretty sure he told you to kiss him — but you just wanted to make sure. The blush on your face turned redder, if that was even possible. But your body felt hot, and your palms were now sweating. Not to mention your heart. Ugh, that stupid heart of yours. It always did that thing — you're not even sure what it was called — but it always sped up when Futakuchi did something. Whether it was small or not; it always raced faster than usual. "You're being cruel, Kenji.."

He all but grinned, "It's your fault for avoiding me."

You lowered your head down. Kenji still hasn't let go of you yet — but that didn't really matter anymore. Your thoughts of him letting go of you weren't there anymore. You wanted him to continue to hold you. His touches were always warm and gentle — those were one of the things you liked about him. How his every touch would make a huge effect on you. Even if it was just a small, meaningless, contact.

"But..—" you began. "—But I already said sorry.."

"Hmm. You're right." he mumbles. And then, he then detaches himself off of you, much to your disappointment. You've already missed his warmth, but you don't say anything. Futakuchi jumps over the bench and sits besides you. Well, at least he was still close to you. That was enough. He grins — you sometimes get worried whenever you see that grin of his — and places his hands on both sides of your flushed cheeks. "Because you were kind enough to apologize, I will now give you a reward!"

"A reward..?" you repeated, confused.

Futakuchi leans forward to your face, and before you knew it, your lips were now centimeters apart from each other. Your first instinct was to push him away, but you refrained from doing so. After all, Futakuchi was giving you his reward. It would be very rude of you to decline his gift. Swallowing a huge chunk of air, you gave in and pushed yourself to him; your lips crashing to his.

You had to admit, it hurt — maybe you were too forceful. Futakuchi's eyes widen at your sudden bold move. Usually, he was the one to initiate things. But this was a nice change, he supposed. He closes his eyes, savoring the moment. Your lips taste like orange juice; sour yet sweet at the same time. He began to wonder if orange juice was your favourite beverage — the last time he asked you, you had refused to answer him (you told him that giving you an answer right away was boring, and that he should figure it out by himself).

On the other hand, his lips tasted like yogurt. Strawberry yogurt, to be specific. Which is weird because Futakuchi was never really the type of guy to drink yogurt. He would normally drink water or any carbonated drinks to help him stay up during classes. You noticed that his lips were soft, too. Unlike yours, which was always chapped and dry, but Futakuchi would always tell you that they were cute. You weren't really sure how they were cute, but you decided not to ask him.

The both of you finally parted lips. The kiss was longer than you had expected it to be. Embarrassed, you tried to hide your face by covering it with your messy [h/c] hair. Futakuchi, however, stayed still on his spot with a blush on his face. It was rare to see him blush — and when he did, you always told him that it was cute, no matter how many times he told you that it wasn't. After a long moment of silence, he stared at you for a moment, and then grabbed a small portion of your hair and slowly tucked it behind your ears.

"Don't hide your cute face," he says. "I want to see it."

"Don't say such embarrassing words to me, Kenji!" you yelped.

He then starts to laugh — much to your relief. After the awkward kiss the two of you just had, you had began to worry if that was the right thing to do. But you two were in a relationship, so it's okay to kiss, right? Then again, you were very inexperienced when it came to kissing, and you wondered if the kiss the both of you just had was bad. You didn't want to be a bad kisser.

"I'm sorry," he chuckles. "I couldn't help it. You're so cute!"

"I-I told you to stop saying things like that!"

"Haha—Ouch! Okay, okay! I'll stop! Sorry! Stop—Stop hitting me!"