A/N: this chapter contains nsfw material !

(Y/n) and I took a break from each other, now fully clothed and eating take-out across from each other at her little kitchen table. We were quiet, the hum of the A/C filling the silence while we ate. These little moments alone with her made me fantasize about life together; I wanted more nights like this, more of the feeling that her and I were real.

"This is nice," she said quietly between slurps of noodles, a small smile on her lips. She kept her eyes down, continuing to eat. I nodded at her and did the same, my heart betraying me, fluttering in my chest at her comment. I didn't know why little things like that drove me so crazy but I couldn't help the butterflies rising up every time she did. She had me completely wrapped around her finger without even trying and I was perfectly content there.

We finished eating and stayed sat at the table; she gazed at me, her chin in her hand, lips forming a small upwards curve. She let out a little giggle while I stared at her, clearly confused.

"Sorry," she laughed, cheeks flushing. "You're like- you're really cute. Not in the baby cute way, like in the boy cute way. You're just-"

She let out a strangled groan, stumbling over her words. She was so adorable flustered, especially since it always seemed like I was the one acting completely lovesick. She huffed, putting her head down on the table.

"I know I've said it a lot already but I've just never been this happy. I never imagined I'd find someone like you... I sound like such a dork. I'll stop talking." She laughed, standing up from the table, trotting over the couch. I followed behind quietly, letting my arm fall around her where we sat. She clicked on the television and flipped through the channels, her eyes looking disinterested.

Suddenly she tossed the remote across the couch and turned into me, her lips catching mine in an awkward, needy movement. She climbed on top of me and before I knew it we were right back where we left off, her hands tangled in my hair, mine testing any boundaries there might be as they slid over her body. Only a couple of minutes passed before she peeled her shirt off, followed by my own. I reached hesitantly at the clasp of her bra, fumbling with it for a moment before it unhooked. I forced myself to kiss her as I tossed the bra onto the ground; I knew I'd end up staring if I didn't, but the way she pushed herself against my body drove me just as mad. She let her fingers slide down to the waistband of my pants, ghosting over my crotch before tugging them down. I sat up and let her pull them off of me, feeling incredibly awkward and nervous as she leaned in for another kiss, one of her hands palming me gently through my underwear. It was hard to kiss her back, to focus on her, to even breathe as she continued; she stopped and pulled away, standing up from the couch.

"Let's go into my room," she said, her voice thick. She took my hand, smiling as we walked into her bedroom. She shut the door behind us and despite being alone in the apartment it felt like we'd gone into our own world now. She shimmied out of her pants, pulling me onto the bed with her. We sat for a long moment, my pulse deafening in my ears. Her eyes were clear as we stared at each other, her lips perfectly swollen from kissing, the majority of her body bared for me. I ached to reach out, to get a taste of what I'd been dreaming of for so damn long but I was frozen where I sat, every limb completely paralyzed.

"I'm nervous too," she spoke, a small smile on her lips. She timidly crawled across to where I sat, pushing me into the soft blankets haphazardly spread across the mattress. She placed a soft, feathery kiss on my lips, hovering over me. I built up the courage to look her over and I was right- my eyes stuck to her last glue, taking in every last curve and angle before she chuckled and began to kiss me again. My hands grazed over her skin, barely touching her until she pushed her body against mine, every nerve of mine seeming to ignite against hers.

A new found courage inside me, I let my hands wander and touch, indulging in her body as she did the same to me. I liked how soft gasps fell from her lips when I discovered the right spots, and how she gently sunk her teeth into my shoulder as she rocked herself into my palm.

I knew I wouldn't last long as she returned the favor at the same time, both of us breathing heavily in the humid room. I slipped my fingers beneath the thin fabric of her underwear, her shallow gasps turning into breathy moans. She pulled down my underwear in turn and only a few moments passed before I was a gasping mess, completely turned on especially as she bit into my shoulder, her moans sounding like a song just for me in my ear. I choked out her name just before finishing, embarrassment replacing arousal as I came back to reality.

She reached over to her nightstand, plucking a tissue out and gently cleaning us up. She threw it into the little garbage can next to her bed, then turned to look at me. My face felt hot as she placed her palm against my cheek, closing her eyes as she gave me one more open-mouth kiss before plopping down on the bed.

"You didn't finish..." I spoke, my voice dryer than I thought. "Do you want me to...?"

"No," she replied, patting the empty space beside her. I crawled over and laid on my side next to her, even though she was flat on her back. "I'm kind of tired now. And thirsty."

It felt unfair that I finished and she didn't but she didn't seem to mind, her eyes closed and her breathing quiet now. I stood up, sort of desperate to put on at least my sweatpants before walking into the kitchen and getting us each a glass of water. I stood at the small counter for a little while, my mind still trying to grasp the previous twenty minutes. Am I different now? Am I changed? Is it going to be completely obvious on my face for everyone to see? I felt insecure, my thoughts racing until I felt a pair of arms wrap around my bare stomach, (y/n)'s head resting against me.

"Hey," she murmured against my hot skin, her voice soft and comforting. I wondered if this is what she meant, just being happy to have each other in the vicinity; I felt at ease with her next to me. I handed her the glass of water, the condensation cool against my fingers as I took a sip of mine. I noticed she'd put on a different pair of underwear along with one of my t-shirts. She did a little twirl in front of me, pulling at the edges of the shirt.

"I always wanted to wear a boyfriend's clothes before," she laughed. "This is mine now." I nodded, briefly indulging the thought of her lounging around in my clothes even when I wasn't around. I couldn't help the grin on my face as we stood in the kitchen half naked, my body feeling heavy and weightless at the same time somehow. It was late now, the clock hanging on the kitchen wall reading almost midnight. (Y/n) stepped into the living room and clicked the TV off, shutting off the lights and locking the front door.

"You have school tomorrow," she mumbled, grabbing her glass of water as we walked into her bedroom. She left the door wide open this time, welcoming the air conditioning as she turned on a fan as well, falling on top of the blankets on her huge bed. This was another thing that made her seem older to me- I still slept in the same twin sized bed I had my whole life. Anything bigger seemed like another right of passage. I flicked the light switch off before plopping on the bed in the space next to her.

"Make sure you set an alarm," she said, patting around the bed for her phone. "I'll set one too. I don't want you to be late or else you'll never be allowed to stay over again." I chuckled as I turned my alarm on and tossed my phone on the ground next to the bed, reaching over to tug (y/n) closer to me. She let out an awkward snort as I did, both of us facing each other. It felt right to kiss her goodnight, both of our breaths becoming even and slow, arms slumped across each other as we fell asleep together.

-

The morning was rushed and full of panic, both of us hitting snooze on our alarms too many times.

"Get your uniform on!" She shouted, half awake as she threw my backpack at me. I woke up with a start, putting on my clothes as fast as possible while (y/n) wiggled into the closest pair of jeans, not bothering to change out of my shirt. I stumbled into the bathroom, brushing my teeth as quick as possible (her toothpaste was weird) before slipping on my shoes and rushing out the door behind her. We jumped in her car, only seven minutes remaining until I'd be late, when I knew it took at least ten to get to the school.

"We're gonna be late," I groaned, my voice thick with sleep still. She gunned the car down the street, a small, sleepy smirk on her face.

"Not if I have anything to do about it," she said, flying down the road. I clung to the seat, fearing for my life as we reached the school with three minutes to spare.

"Go, go, go!" She said, practically pushing me out of the car. "Wait!" She pulled me back in by my tie, straightening it out, tucking a couple loose pieces of hair behind my ear, then wiping of the corner of my mouth with her thumb. She let me pull away, as if she were admiring her work.

"You look like you slept at your girlfriend's place last night," she laughed, self consciousness flooding me. "Be proud of it! Or at least pretend to be." I kissed her goodbye and ran into the school, extremely self aware as I walked into the classroom, feeling every pair of eyes on me. Daichi gave me a concerned look, but there was no time for him to question me as the bell sounded the beginning of the day. I felt relieved as lessons began, hoping everyone would forget about my entrance by lunch. I tried to focus on my teacher but (y/n) invaded my every thought, especially the image of her spinning around in nothing but my t-shirt and her panties. The day went by slowly, lunch break feeling like a godsend by the time it came around.

"Suga," Daichi poked me in the back. "You look like hell. What happened?"

"Well," I chuckled, nervously scratching the back of my neck. "I actually spent the night at (y/n)'s and we slept through the alarm..."

His face flushed bright red, spreading down his neck. His eyes were wide as they avoided mine, darting to the open window. I'd always imagined us growing up and getting girlfriends, clamoring to share every detail- I wanted us to have that. But ever since (y/n) came into our lives it felt like things had shifted ever so slightly, like moving every piece of furniture just a couple centimeters to the left. There was a change, but I couldn't quite place it and it had slowly begun to itch away at me.

"That's cool," he squeaked. He continued to avoid my eyes, his ears still pink as he changed the subject to volleyball. I let his behavior slide without question for the hundredth time, the thought of it slipping away as quickly as it came. Deep down it remained though, a strange and gnawing notion in the back of mind.