thinking about being tobio's first kiss.
meeting him after he finishes volleyball practice, it's early evening, the sun is just beginning to disappear beyond the horizon, but the summer warmth is still very present in the air outside. he meets you at the same corner after every practice, although he is a few minutes later than he said he'd be tonight, and his face is dusted with a slight reddish hue.
your face lights up when you see him, and the first thing you do when he approaches is engulf him in a hug, he reciprocates, but, like always, he warns you that he's still sweaty and he doesn't want you to think he's smelly. and you, like always, tell him that it doesn't matter, and that you just want to hug him.
he grabs your hand sheepishly, still nervous, even though you've officially been dating for almost a month now (and were friends long before that). but he doesn't move to walk down the road like usual, instead he stands directly in front of you, your toes almost touching, and he asks, somehow braver than he was feeling 5 minutes ago, whether you'd be okay with him kissing you.
his face is a deep beetroot colour now, and you can feel your own cheeks heat up at his question. his voice is so quiet, and he avoids your gaze, afraid that he'll run away from you if he so much as looks at your face. but when you whisper a small yes in return, his eyes snap up to yours, a smile spreading across his face, and you can't help but match the grin that ghosts his features as he slowly brings his lips closer to yours.