Akihito had been sitting in his apartment, along with Mirai. They had planned on studying but he ended up making her food and watching a unrealistic horror movie as he waited for her to finish.
At some point Mirai had lost her focus within the electronic screen and Akihito became captivated by her- but why?
It started with her glasses, of course, but then he slowly began to notice small details that identified the girl.
He observed the way her strawberry-blond hair draped down, just barely grazing the top of her shoulders, the way her cheeks were constantly tinted with a pink hue, illuminating her innocence. Occasionally, a tiny smile would crack upon her rose lips.
Akihito was hypnotized by her for a long moment until he felt his face growing red. He quickly averted his gaze to the floor, but the girl’s features were embed into his thoughts.
The boy argued with himself, back and forth, for what seemed to be an eternity (Actually try more like 10 minutes) before he began moving his body closer to Mirai’s. Akihito could feel the warmth radiating from Mirai’s body and the pleasant aura surrounding her.
Not soon after, he inspected the girl from the corner of his eyes yet again, only this time he felt compelled to have her in his arms.
He moved his body to be facing her, he didn’t wait for any questions to have the opportunity to erupt, he quickly reached out for her, wrapping his long arms around her waist and squeezing her tightly and burying his face into her neck.
The expression lighting Akihito’s face was not one of immense delight, nor pain or anger, it was mainly a face the expressed the need to have Kuriyama be a part of his life. He couldn’t-no- he wouldn’t even attempt to explain something like this feeling, it was near impossible for someone of his personality.
He felt the urge to claim her lips with his own, but accepted the fact the looking into her chestnut eyes would only further his anxieties- he obviously wanted to avoid that.
So far, Mirai had been decently accepting of his affections, given that he gave her little time to react to each new development.
Akihito lifted his head, only slightly, from the crease of the girl’s neck and monitored a fragment of her skin for a moment before advancing his lips and pressing them gently onto the soft pure skin.