hellloooo!!! can i get chocolate chip cookies with dark roast coffee? i want to the character to be kanzaki. thank you!!（╹◡╹）♡
one chocolate chip cookie and dark roast coffee coming up! i really hope you enjoy this ♡
when you and kaoru were kids, you were basically the definition of “can’t stand each other but also inseparable.” you argued about the dumbest things, who got to pick the next anime to watch, which manga was better, who was better at video games (you always said it was you, he always disagreed). you bickered like it was a sport, but at the end of the day, you were always together.
he’d find some new manga and shove it in your hands like, “you have to read this,” and you’d roll your eyes but read it anyway. then you’d drag him to watch your favorite shows, even if he acted like he didn’t want to. but he always showed up. always sat next to you. always muttered little comments under his breath about the characters, even when he claimed he wasn’t interested.
as you both got older, the play fights became more teasing, the arguments less serious. he started noticing the way you laughed a little more. the way you always knew what to say when he was frustrated. the way he actually liked it when you dragged him along to do things, because it meant more time with you. but he refused to admit it.
his older sister, though? she knew. she always knew. she’d make little comments like, “oh, kaoru, why don’t you just hold their hand already?” or “you guys are basically dating, just make it official.” and he’d groan and tell her to shut up, but she’d just smirk.
one day, after another round of teasing from his sister, he just blurts it out. you’re sitting on the couch, flipping through a manga he recommended, and he just— says it.
“you know i like you, right?”
you blink at him. “huhh?”
“do i really have to say it again?” he huffs, looking anywhere but at you.
you stare for a second, then grin. “took you long enough.”
he groans, dropping his head back. “you’re the worst.”
but when you lean against him, flipping another page, he doesn’t move away. doesn’t complain. just stays there, like always.
except now, his face is bright red. like, absolutely burning. he grumbles something under his breath, trying to act all nonchalant, but you can feel the heat radiating off him.
you poke his cheek with a smirk. “you’re blushing.”
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