We All Live in the Same Apartment Building:
The First Meet Arc: “Episode 1 – The Elevator Incident”
pilot arc | modern AU | introductions, chaos, and the beginning of something real | bnha au
There’s a university policy buried in the enrollment handbook:
“Students accepted in U.A. must reside in designated off-campus housing for optimal monitoring and group development.”
Translation:
“All twenty of you will live in one apartment building. Good luck.”
Welcome to Heights Union 1-A.
Three floors. Four units per floor. Some students live solo. Others doubled or tripled up depending on the unit size.
Old building. Faintly cursed elevator. Community laundry. Rooftop access. Common room, and a shared kitchen.
Teacher/Dorm Manager-in-charge-: Aizawa Shouta—who only agreed to supervise under the condition that no one knocks past 10 pm and that he never has to mediate petty drama.
(He will absolutely have to mediate petty drama.)
They come from different majors. Different schedules.
Some know each other from orientation.
Some only recognize faces from shared lecture halls.
Some haven’t met anyone at all.
But none of that mattered until the elevator broke.
Day One – 8:32 AM
The moving truck hadn’t even left when the neon orange sign appeared:
“OUT OF ORDER – Elevator repair pending. Please use the stairs. :)”
—Management
By 8:34 AM, Katsuki Bakugo on the third floor screamed,
“YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME—”
which echoed down the stairwell loud enough for birds to scatter.
9:12 AM
Midoriya Izuku, majoring in Kinesiology,tried to carry two full suitcases and a rice cooker up to 2A.
He made it to the first landing before tripping over Iida’s meticulously labeled planner bag.
They apologized simultaneously for five straight minutes.
They’re friends now.
10:04 AM
Uraraka, Tsuyu, and Mina met halfway up the stairs when all three were carrying oversized duffel bags.
“Oh my god,” Mina gasped, “you’re on floor two too?”.
Tsuyu blinked. “Apparently. Is this what bonding feels like?”
They laughed, nearly fell down the stairs, and are now legally a unit.
11:48 AM
Jirou and Denki got stuck in the stairwell bottleneck when Todoroki paused mid-step to drink a smoothie and admire the wall texture.
“That’s my roommate,” Yaoyorozu said from two steps up, struggling with three identical rice cookers.
No one asked why she brought three.
12:03 PM
Kirishima declared an emergency stairwell snack break.
“Hydration and high ground!” he yelled, handing out juice boxes like a gym coach.
He’s on the third floor with Bakugo and Denki.
They share the biggest unit. No one knows how that dynamic will survive the semester.
12:47 PM
Hagakure, wearing roller skates (no one knows why), declared that the building now has a “community vibe council.”
No one agreed to this. But no one stopped her either.
1:00 PM
The students of Heights Union 1-A, all sweaty, mildly irritated, and tangled in half-unpacked bedsheets, gathered around the stairwell on the second-floor landing.
For the first time, they looked around.
All twenty of them.
Different majors.
Different temperaments.
One building.
Silence.
Then:
“...So who wants to do hallway karaoke tonight?” Mina asked.
“No,” Bakugo growled.
“Great! We’ll start at eight,” Kaminari grinned.
And that was that.
Welcome to Heights Union 1-A.
Where the elevator’s broken,
the friendships are forming,
and the neighbors are just a little too involved.
But something tells you—this year’s going to be unforgettable.
Happy birthday Scatter! @scatter-snz I love all your work and you are always so kind to me and everyone.
Enjoy this fic!
Summery:When the change of seasons happen Kiri//shima gets his regular cold and denies it and baku//gou has to deal with him
All characters are 21+ All characters are adults and in their twenties! This takes place in a headcanon pro-hero timeline where Kiri and Katsuki are employed at a hero agency, married, and living together.
Bakugou got to the corner, which, if he could cross would take him to IHOP and Union Landing Apartments where he was heading. There, however, is no crosswalk despite how often he sees people both young and old standing on the median to cross the street.
He decides to take the “legal” method and avoid risking the cops calling him out on the megaphone, which has happened and is emblematic of the wrong culture we are promoting through something as innocent-seeming as road design.
At the light, he presses the ‘walk’ button and waits to get permission to cross the street at about 8:30 in the morning.
He just finished clearing out the general store of all their cold medicine and everything Kirishima might need as he fights a bad case of the sniffles. As he tapped his foot waiting for the light to turn, he can see his breath in the air. The newly autumn chill had taken up the distract and unfortunately, Kirishima caught his annual change of seasons cold. However, being married to him he picked up on his bad habits, one being, working when he is ill. As he remembered about how last year it took for him to get better the “stop” hand signal is flashing before his eyes. He didn’t time this. He thought to himself “I’m 25 years old” and runs across the road flipping off anyone who got in his way.
As he opens the door and glances inside the cozy apartment that he shared with Kirishima all is still. As he locks the door behind him shuffling inside holding the many plastic bags, he calls out.
“Oi Weird Hair, you up? I got you meds.”
When silence answers him back he shuffles his way into the bedroom and sees that the bed is empty. “The hell? Where the fuck are you?”
He calls out before turning and seeing the window is slightly ajar, letting the cool autumn fill the bedroom. As he approaches the window, he glances out onto the fire escape and sees the vibrant crimson hair of his partner leaning against the railing looking up into the sky.
Bakugou pushes the window open and yells out. “Kiri the fuck is you doing out here. He then notices he doesn’t have a jacket or anything on “and without a fucking jacket it's cold, do you want to get sicker?”
Kirishima jumps at the sudden noise. And scrambles to stand up his nose pink from the cool air and his cold. “Bakugou I….” he fumbles trying to think of an excuse. Before his eye unfocused and his breathing hitches. Bakugou using this moment grabs him by the collar of his shirt and thrusts him inside the bedroom just as he crumples forward with sneezes.
“h’rrSCH’OO!... “h’SCH’OO!...hhhhh'TCHEW!!!”
Bakugou rubs his arms which feel like ice before ripping the comforter of the king-size bed and draping it over the shivering, and the sniffling man he married.
“What the hell were you doing? It's freezing outside. Are you insane?” Bakugou remarks before he shuts the window and locks it.
After recovering he wipes his nose on his sleeve before responding “Hey, blame the shitty heater God, it's like the sun is in this room.” He sneezes on his hand before making a face of disgust.
“Bless…Eww, pebble no, you have a fever and you need to get into bed.”
“Oh, explosion boy, my simple friend, let me tell you about a little thing I like to call mind over body. You see, whenever I start feeling sick, I just stop being sick and be awesome instead. True story.”
Bakugou scoffs and leads the man to sit down on the bed rubbing his arms.
“Yeah, in two minutes, I'm going to pound a can of Red Bull, hop into my hhhi- sniff hero outfit, go on patrol, it’s gonna be-hhh-greahhhh- h'TCHEW!!”
“No, you are going to rest and now apparently I have to babysit your ass because you can’t be trusted alone.”
As Kirishima pouts and shivers under the thick comforter, bakugou plants a small kiss on the top of his head. When the crimson man under him sniffs bakugou says. “Don’t cry baby, I got you things.”
Kiri looks up his eyes watery and proclaims. “I don’t want to lay in bed all day sniff I can still help around here.” He says as he goes to stand up to which bakugou puts a hand out telling him to stop.
“No Kirishima just rest…” he pauses “I have to go get you medicine from the living room can I trust you for 3 minutes?” he gives him a stern look his mother used to give him when he was younger.
Kirishima wrinkles his nose and wipes it on his shoulder. “Yes, you cahhh-can trust me uheggschhieww! hehh… euhhschhooo! gh damn sniffles.”
“Bless you” is the last thing bakugou says before he leaves the room to fetch medicine and other supplies.
10 minutes later he returns with a tray, placed on top is a box of tissues, a steaming bowl of soup, some packets of medicine, and a cup of warm tea. As he pushes the door open allowing the hallway light to spill into the room illuminating the small bedroom he sighs as he sees the covered shape of his love in bed.
As he slowly walks into the room, he hears the small snoring coming from the heap of blankets and a smile crosses his face. As he sets the tray on the makeshift table, they had made the day prior using two small bookcases he hears the snoring stall and a small whimper reaches his ears.
He turns around to find the flushed face of Kirishima slowly reaching a hand out before croaking out. “Bakugou, I don’t feel good.”
Bakugou felt a lump grow in his chest and slowly rise to his throat he grabs the still chilled hand and gives him a reassuring squeeze and then lifts his hand to his heart.
“I know my love” he chuckles before continuing “you idiot I love you” and kisses Kirishima's hand before moving the quilt to tuck him back under.
“Time to take care of you, okay?” He slides into bed with Kirishima cuddling the flushed man as Kirishima wakes up from the short accidental nap he took.
After a few minutes of cuddling Kirishima suddenly tenses against bakugou.
“What’s the matter bab- “
Kirishima pinches forward stifling sneezes against his hand a painful sound that bakugou quietly rubs his back in sympathy.
“Love no stifling you will only hurt yourself more.”
He reaches over to the box of tissues and pulls about 5 and brings them under Kirishima's still hitching breath.
“Here love”
Before bakugou can move his hand Kirishima thrust forward sneezing into his hand. “heptchmphh!” bakugou started to lower the tissues, but Kirishima's hand flew up, holding them in place. “H'tchmphhh! Heh hehhh Himmphhh! Oh... sniff! Sniff! Excuse me. Sniff!”
Now Kirishima had the sniffles, his nose running into the tissues, his whole cold-filled head making him seem drowsy and extra helpless. Working more off instinct than anything else, bakugou readjusted the tissues. “Blow your nose,” he suggested. Kiri did, and bakugou closed the tissues around his nose as he did. He wiped Kiri's nose and stuffed the used tissues into a big bag safety-pinned to the side of the bed. He got more tissues at once, wanting to be prepared. Pressing them to Kiri's nose. “Again?”
Kiri's head gave a little shake, and he closed his eyes. His nose was still runny and sniffly, so bakugou dabbed tissues at it gently. It was already flushed pink from attention, and he didn't want to make it more and more sensitive.
Suddenly, Kiri tensed up. His brow furrowed and his nose twitched. Bakugou got the tissues ready. “It's okay,” bakugou reassured Kiri. “I think... I think I've got you. You can sneeze.”
And so, Kiri did. His whole body pitched forward, nose planting into the bunch of tissues. “hehhhPTshphhhh! Hehtchoomphh! Eh ehhh ehhh-IH’tchmphhh! heytchmph!” bakugou wasn't sure he was done, but the tissues were soaking, so he tried to quickly switch to some dry ones.
But he wasn't fast enough.
“h'TCHEW!” Kiri snapped forward, spraying part of bakugou hands and the blankets covering his lap. Bakugou quickly wiped his hand on his side before Kiri could see, not wanting the man to feel bad about it.
He, on the other hand, felt overwhelmed with guilt. Bakugou felt his mouth go dry and his heartache. “I'm so sorry. I had the tissues, but I couldn't get them up in time—”
Kiri pouted, nose running, looking all kinds of miserable and adorable simultaneously. “You'll do better next time,” he reassured bakugou. “You're concentrating too hard. You're getting all sniff wrapped up sniff sniff in your head. Sniff! Sniff! You need to just relax. Sniff! Ah, these sniffles...” He bent forward and nuzzled the tissues in bakugou hands, giving little, kittenish, snuffling blows. “Better,” he said, leaning back into his pillows and against bakugou. “This is nice.”
Bakugou flushed red before clearing his throat and reaching over to the bowl of stew he had prepared earlier. “Love do you think you can handle some soup?”
Kiri wiped his nose on his shoulder before replying with a stuffy “okay”
Bakugou adjusted a few pillows behind Kirishima's back to prop him up before sitting down on the bed next to him.
The predicament of feeding himself while shaky suddenly dawned on Kiri.
Maybe Kiri's hands could hold still so he could eat. The clink of the metal spoon in the bowl drew Kiri's attention and he looked over just in time to see bakugou gathering a spoonful of broth.
His heart skipped a beat. He wasn't going to…
He watched as bakugou carefully lifted the spoon to his mouth.
He was…
After a moment of hesitation, Kiri opened his mouth in silent assent and swallowed the broth. A smile spread across bakugou faces at this. Kiri could feel his face redden; being spoon-fed was an intimate act he had not been subjected to since childhood. It was embarrassing, but Kiri refrained from protesting since it was rare to see bakugou smile. They were both clumsy at first; bakugou had to wipe Kiri's chin several times, but they soon got a rhythm going and Kiri ate almost half the bowl.
"I think I'm good for now. Thanks for, uh, helping me," he said with a weak smile.
"Sure - I know the feeling of food doesn't look appetizing when you are sick," he replied simply, clearing the bowl and napkins.
Kiri nodded before snuffling in the tissues as he wiped his nose. Within minutes the red crimson eyes began to flutter shut and he drifted off to sleep as bakugou rubbed his back in a soothing rhythmic pattern.
What felt like hours passed however when the ill red-haired eyes fluttered open and looked at the digital clock on the bedside table that had only been an hour since he had fallen asleep.
His partner still wrapped around him in a comforting embrace it was picture perfect if his nose didn’t start to tingle at the indication of a sneeze brewing.
Kirishima was good at lots of things breaking down lock doors, ramming through old apartment buildings, and making his favorite deviled eggs, but one thing he was not great at was silencing his sneezes they were always rough doubling him in half.
As he tried to slow his breathing as to not add fuel to the fire the feeling started to spread and he found himself sniffing. He resorted to holding his breath but even that was barely working.
His breath and eyes were fighting to stay open and he quickly found himself pinching forward.
The sudden movement and loud sounds seemed to wake the blond-headed hero as he jumped. His eyes wide his hands coming up in a defensive position as if he was caught off guard, as he looked around and saw the culprit Kirishima both flushed with fever and embarrassment he opened his mouth and then closed it as if he was reconsidering his words, after a moment he finally spoke.
“Fucking bless you.”
“Thanks,” Kirishima said sniffing back congestion.
“Don’t do that you’ll give yourself a sinus headache,” Bakugou replied before handing him the box of tissues.
Kiri blew his nose a wet and gross sound before throwing the tissue in the trash and shivering as the cool autumn air from the windows caught him.
Bakugou seeing his love shutter quickly got up got another blanket this one having All Might saying his signature phase on it and turned off the lights.
“Hey what do you do that for?” he said sniffling before coughing thickly into his sleeve.
“You’re sick, last thing I need is for you to catch more of a chill,” he said as he handed him the now-warm cup of tea.
“Drink this.”
“I don’t wanna makes me feel” He motions to his face before sniffling pathetically “sniffly.”
“That means it’s doing its job…drink it.”
He obeyed taking a few steps to appease the strong-minded individual standing before him before he quickly had to remove the cup.
“What’s wrong is it not good?” Bakugou began to ask before he saw the desperate need on Kirishima ‘s face.
“You’re fucking pathetic,” he said as the red-haired pro began to hitch. Kirishima couldn’t say anything but he began to wildly gesture.
“The fuck does that mean?” Bakagou said mockingly. Kirishima managed to stammer out tissue among the hitching.
“Oi, your dumb babe…well get it over with,” he said as he brought the tissues over and tented them across his lover's face. He whispered in his ear “go on, sneeze baby I got you.”
“Tentacole‘s the coolest! Tentacole’s still my favorite! You’re still my favorite!” - Shoji Mizuno, The Wards of UA
Shoji Mezo’s biggest fan and littlest sister, Shoji Mizuno! While Mizuno, AKA ‘Mizzy’ may have inherited her older brother’s white hair and height and toothy grin, her quirk - Mood Wing - creates sensory events corresponding to her mood, such as her webbing’s color and scent changing. While this might cause some trouble at school, she’s delighted to find a true friend with Eri.
Hello hazel-hun! I would like to request from mha: bakugo, tamaki, and hawks with female crush. How do you headcannon them admitting they have feelings and actually asking their crush on a first date? So happy i found your blog hun! 💖💖💖
Hi Lizzy!! This request was loads of fun to write, I hope you enjoy!! Have a great day!
Crushing + Asking their crush out HC | Hawks, Tamaki & Bakugo
2nd person. Fem reader. no warnings, just fluff!
Hawks
Hawks is pretty suave. He can get a little flirty, and doesn’t have a hard time complimenting you and winking at you and such. But usually, his advances don’t go any farther than that. Flirting.
The first step to actually getting out and admitting feelings is probably him giving you his number. He is pretty set on his privacy, for his safety and yours.
It starts out casually texting, then it turns into frequent good morning and goodnight texts (although because of his work, your mornings and nights may not line up entirely as they should).
He eventually brings his flirty attitude into these texts as well, adding winking and smirking smileys doing his best to make you feel flustered from simply reading a text.
It becomes so frequent that you actually start missing his texts when you don’t get any. Even if he’s just working, you realize that you may have a little crush on him.
And it’s once he realizes that the feelings may be mutual, he takes the step to take it a little further. Showing up at your work for a casual lunch, being in the same coffee shop as you in the morning…
You both know these encounters aren’t coincidences, especially if you’re texting him where you’re at every now and then, but you still are surprised every time he shows up and joins you for however long his schedule will allow.
When he finally has decided it’s been enough dancing around each other, he will take you aside and ask you out properly. He will not actually confess his feelings straight away, because saying things such as I love you is a big step for him and will take him a couple dates, but the feelings are clear and apparent.
The date he proposes is super casual too: movies and take-out at his place. Being able to go over to his place is a big thing though and you know it. And a date that is just the two of you, away from all the hero fans and press and such? Perfect.
There will definitely be cuddles, and a kiss at the very end, as he drops you off at home. He will definitely tease you and flirt endlessly the entirety of the date, but in the end, he’s actually quite the gentleman.
Bakugo
Bakugo’s love language is acts of service. It’s him ‘tolerating you’ and helping you out, while others would normally have to beg him to help out.
It’s just this energy you have that makes him drawn to you, and at first, he’s kind of pissy about it. He doesn’t like too much distraction when it comes to him reaching his goal of becoming the top hero.
But then it turns out you’re not as much of a distraction as you are extra encouragement, as you are nothing but supportive, are mindful of his study- and sleeping schedule and actually do your best to make sure he can work towards his goal.
He is head over heels, and the whole bakusquad knows it, and relentlessly teases him for it. He just gets angry about it.
His flirting includes him calling you ‘dumbass’ and ‘idiot’ but still helping you out with whatever you need.
If he notices you’re having an off day, he will bluntly inquire what is wrong, but actually offer a listening ear and helpful tips. Whatever it is, he will actually help you. If you need extra training, he will schedule in extra practise. You don’t get a subject? Join him for some studying and he will explain it. Some comfort? A knock at your dorm door and he’s standing there with a handmade meal and a grumpy face reminding you to take care of yourself.
The squad invites you into their group chat just so you can get to know them all a little better, and it also nudges you a little closer to Bakugo even if that wasn’t a primary goal.
Eventually he does ask you out. He will never admit that it was the squad (and mainly Kirishima) convincing him that you were in fact interested in him as well, which was the final push he needed to ask you out while you were studying together.
The question seemingly comes out of nowhere. It’s short, but sincere, and you can see his cheeks turning pink a little. Of course you accept, and he continues the study session as if nothing happened, but that weekend, you go out on a date.
It’s something slightly active but still relaxing, such as the arcade, and walking around getting streetfood after. He lets you hold his hand and you leave with a kiss on his cheek. He stands in shock for a whole minute before entering his dorm.
Tamaki
Out of these three men, Tamaki is the one that takes the longest to admit to his feelings. He also takes the longest to even come close. He’s the kind of person you will talk to, and after several encounters he’ll develop a crush, but he will time and again convince himself that you are way out of his league.
If you hang out with the trio, and talk with them all equally, he will still focus on the times you were actually talking to Nejire or Mirio, just so he can convince his head that you don’t really care that much about him. And why would you with those other two present?
Luckily those two are your two biggest fans and shippers and they noticed his little crush right away when you had touched Tamaki’s cheek for some reason and he had become redder than a tomato.
Knowing better than to tease him, they instead try to hype him up to you, and while you don’t need any convincing at all (you have long noticed that Tamaki is absolutely adorable), you play along with them.
The game plan is simple: give Tamaki subtle pushes towards you, but most importantly: make sure he relaxes around you. You crush on him too, and you want nothing more than for him to be comfortable around you.
It takes a while, but eventually he manages to relax. You try and get him alone every once in a while, and more and more often you keep the conversation going for a longer time before the stress and anxiety gets the better of him and he has to excuse himself.
Eventually, he gathers the courage to ask you out. He tells Nejire and Mirio beforehand so they leave the two of you alone, making sure no one can interrupt the moment.
There’s a lot of stuttering and he asks it so quietly that you have to lean in close to understand, making him even more flustered.
Once you say yes though, you can see visible relief on his face, and he gains a bit of the confidence and established comfortableness again.
The date is dinner and a movie, it allows him to have a moment in private with you where awkward moments can be easily concealed by eating or focusing on the movie.
Halfway through the movie he very carefully grabs your hand and doesn’t let go. You take it slow, but you’ll get there.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Izuku caught her by the shoulder. Her other shoulder was pressed up against his chest. The heat rising to her cheeks was almost noticeable over the queasiness. Despite her mind protesting sluggishly that she should pull away, abort mission, Ochako felt herself relax.
“Uraraka-san. . .”
Ochako huffed a small, nervous laugh. Her cheeks burned. Her stomach flipped. “Guess I went a little too far, huh?”
“A little?” Izuku’s grip tightened around her shoulder. “Uraraka-san, you’re shaking,” he said, serious. Ochako found it almost silly how intensely he worried for others. Hypocrite, she thought, fondly. He was right, though. She was shaking against him. “You can’t push yourself like this. Not this far.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
✰ summary: The league of villains are robbing a bank in the middle of the day on a Tuesday. You're a hostage, and you've caught the attention of their leader. (reader/Tomura SI fic!)
✰ word count: 2139
✰ rating: T for language
This was a random little scribble I had saved in my drafts and never posted! Just something light and funny. :)
So I’ve been whinging about no-one writing for my main boy, Geten. So I decided to get off my butt and do something about it. Please don’t laugh at me, I’ve never even attempted this stuff before, but here’s my best shot. I might actually add more to this if people don’t hate it :|
“You are joking, right”?
The universe had a funny way of kicking you constantly, but this was on a completely new level. Of all the cruel jokes to play on you, this? You blew out a breath, trying to keep the blush from showing on your pale skin, this was fine, it would be fine. It wasn’t fair to be dramatic, after all, it wasn’t your childhood best friend that had caught feelings, it was you.
One look at his pretty, pale blue eyes told you that he was not joking, however, he was deadly serious.
Figures, he never jokes around anymore.
You tried to squash the thought as soon as it fluttered through your mind, that also wasn’t fair. Geten had risen far in the army, a feat he was rightfully proud of, and you were happy for him, genuinely, you just missed him sometimes. For someone as young as him to be a lieutenant, well it simply wasn’t heard of, not at just 19 years old, but that was Geten, he’d never settle for anything less, and his loyalty to Redestro was unshakeable.
Was he ever that passionate about me?
“Of course, I’m not joking, what part of this situation is funny? If that filthy, fire-user would mind his own business and stay out of mine, it’d never have become a problem. But I can’t just leave it now that it’s been brought to my attention, can I? No, I must deal with it immediately”.
I bit down on my tongue, nearly hard enough to draw blood, but it was better than laughing. He’d be furious, and it wouldn’t be worth the argument it would cause. But it took a moment before I could trust myself to speak without giggling. As serious as he was, this was the most ridiculous situation I’d ever found myself in.
“So just, to be clear, so I’m absolutely certain about what exactly you’re asking me, you want me, to teach you how to kiss”?
I prayed silently that he couldn’t hear my heart, hammering away in my chest like it might burst at any moment.
“Exactly, now, enough blabbering on, shall we begin”?
He blinked at me, and I tried to remember how to breathe.
Kiss. Kiss Geten. Be his first kiss. Teach him how to kiss. No problem.
I swallowed, and finally looked at him again, his dead-pan expression did nothing to ease my nerves, because at the end of the day, I knew where I stood here. Clearly, Dabi, the blithering idiot, had made a comment about Geten’s lack of experience in the romantic department, and now he was agitated enough to want to fix it. Of course, he’d come to me, I was the only real option he had, short of kissing Redestro.
I blinked slowly, and sighed, three parts nervous, one part excited. I wondered idly how many times I’d dreamed of kissing his lips, or running my hands through his hair, that soft, snow-white hair. I wondered if his lips would feel as soft as they looked, if he’d really taste like peppermints, like I’d always imagined he would. Would his mouth be as cold as his quirk, or hot, full of passion?
Not that it would matter, because to Geten, this was just business, as usual. It was me; I was the idiot who’d been in love for five years, and I was the idiot about to develop an addiction to a pair of lips I’d probably only ever kiss this once.
What are friends for though?
‘Okay Gets, lets get this over with then”.
My voice barely shook, even as I leaned in close, my eyes refusing to close even as his did, warm breath ghosted over my cheek softly and I shuddered. If all I had was this, then screw it, I’d go all the way. My hands drifted slowly up his chest, coming to rest either side of the hood of his parkour, pulling him closer still, trembling as I heard his sharp intake of breath, but his eyes remained firmly closed.
I licked my lips, gulped, and then, pressed forward.
I’ll give you the most amazing first kiss ever Gets, I promise.
