Kisses [Yachi Hitoka]

Ever since Yachi had agreed to be your girlfriend, there was one thing that she was afraid of: kissing.

Correction: that was only one of the many, many things the blonde was scared of, but the girl was intimidated by kissing the most. What if she was a bad kisser? What if you went for the more rough, French kiss instead of the more simple kind, the one with the lips plainly pressing against each other?

Yachi covered her face with her hands. Just thinking about such things made her blush, and quite fiercely, too.

"Yachi-san, please pay attention to the lesson!" the teacher ordered. "Now, come up to the board and solve the equation."

"Y-yes! R-right away," the female stuttered, scrambling over and trying hard to not look at you as she passed by.

You had been, and still was, staring at her with intense eyes. You were causing for her to become even more nervous as she trembled with the chalk in her hands. Once you realized that, you averted your line of vision back to your own desk.

Yachi gave out a sigh of relief, then slightly regretted it. That exhale seemed to be saying that she disliked you, which wasn't true. Yachi liked you. A lot. She just never once had the experience of being in a relationship and would often get confused and flustered.

Another problem was how...intense you were. The girl would get nervous and uncomfortable whenever she was alone with you because you didn't like to talk much, and she could never gain the courage to start a conversation with you. You weren't like Hinata; you were more like a Kageyama who wasn't quite as silly and absurd.

She put the chalk down and returned to her seat. Even then, she could feel your fixed gaze on her, and that was unsettling.

Could she really stay in this relationship with you?

Class ended five minutes later. As the short blonde packed her bag, you walked over to her, startling the young female.

"Y-yes-s-s?" she stuttered.

"I'm sorry, was I frightening you during class?" you asked, scratching the back of your neck.

That surprised her a little. "Umm..." Wait, what if you decide to break up with her if she says yes? Oh god, but then what if she says no and you don't believe her and dump her because he lied? And then she'll have to live the rest of her life as a widow and have to live with her parents until she dies and—

"...Yachi?" You tilted your head. "Whoa, are you okay? You're a bit red."

"I-I'm fine! I'm perfectly fine! Never been better!" How in the world should she answer your previous question???

Unconvinced, you leaned in until your foreheads were touching. You compared the heat from hers to yours, eventually concluding that the warmth from her face was only from blushing. You chuckled.

"Wh—Is s-something funny?" Yachi asked, already flustered and dizzy from the contact.

You stared deep into her pretty, wonderful eyes and lightly chuckled your breath onto her face. Then, without warning, you softly pressed your lips onto hers, pressing gently for a few seconds before you released her, as she seemed to be on the verge of fainting.

"Whoa, Y-Yachi!"

"Hwahhhhhhhh...?" The blonde was in a condition where she felt confused, embarrassed, and...quite elated. As you frantically tried to revive her back from the dead, Yachi was thinking about how that kiss had turned out way differently than what she had imagined.

It wasn't a bad experience. Definitely delightful and maybe intoxicating, as she suddenly had the urge for more and more kisses from you.

She couldn't wait until mistletoes get in season.