@10thuser you already know.
SHE STALLED ALL SHE CAN. now, fireworks are displayed in the distant night sky, signaling the end of the weekend. the perfect bubble she’s been living in has popped. suddenly the cold, outside world exists long before she’s ready. the watch on her wrist vibrates. her train is about to arrive. she’s still got the trip back to kansai to make tonight. — though, in all her tiredness, this is a commute she’s eager to get used to.
‘ HEY, BAKUGOU– ’ whatever she had in mind is lost in his eyes. gaze naturally falls to his lips, desiring. they’re standing close on the platform, hands woven together. just moments before this, her head was resting on his shoulder. there’s still so much she wants to do, but none of it more than this. BEFORE THE TRAIN COMES, before bidding him goodbye until the next weekend, do what you’ve been wanting for hours.
swallow the nerves. don’t let him part with a single doubt to linger in his mind. gentle hands fold over his shoulders. just do it before it’s too late! and she leans forward on her tip toes to kiss him. softly, breathlessly.
the walk to the train station had been... nice. crowds were walking around them, all trying to get out of the city all at the same time, swarming the trains and the busses and the taxis. the city was still alive with the bustle of a massive festival, now all aglow with the dying embers of fun and exhaustion starting to set in. businessmen were complaining about having to go to work in the morning, all being reminded of the real world that waited for them just beyond the next sunrise.
but for now, his hand is still holding hers. their fingers are still entwined. his quirk makes his palms rough, his skin just a little bit thicker than it should be there -- he’s self conscious of it for the first time in his life, wondering if she notices, wondering if it bothers her. wondering, constantly, what she’s thinking of him... if she can feel his pulse through their touch, if she’s aware that the sweet scent is the anxious dot of nitro sweat just under his hairline. and the train is coming way too soon for his liking -- he’d rather just stay there, her head leaned against his shoulder, his arm lost behind the curtain of her hair. he’d stand there for hours if it mean that there wasn’t a goodbye.
but her train is making its horrible way towards them, and just above the rattling he hears her say his name. and hands are on his shoulders. and lips are
--- oh.
red eyes widen; he stills. it could be seconds, it could be hours. he wants to capture this moment forever in his mind. and then he relaxes and eyes shut and he’s leaning back into it. hands find her waist, hesitant only with the awkwardness of inexperience but the bravado of teenage faux confidence. and he’s kissing her back. and it’s perfect. it’s the most perfect first kiss he could have dreamt of. the rumbling platform beneath their feet is what finally pulls them apart, and his cheeks are red and his ears are glowing as he matches her gaze. she needs to get on, the doors will close just as quickly as they open --
‘ camie, you should come back to tokyo next weekend. ’ he says, cursing himself silently for it being the only thing that could come to his mind. and then -- ‘ text me. ’
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