He wasn't good at apologizing. But this time it was different. He had really hurt you and his friends frequently told him how much of a jerk he was around you sometimes. He tried getting your attention with jokes and stupid things but you wouldn't even send him a glare or any kind acknowledgement of his existence. It made him furious. How should he have known you would take this so serious?
He was just too proud for stupid things like that!
He didn't want to admit it but he really had to do something.
He only made a stupid joke; he just wanted to tease you like always!
But he had to admit that unconsciously he had tried to get your attention – was it by either pulling stupid jokes or mocking you; he wanted your eyes on him.
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A chair loudly scraping the floor pulled him out of his thoughts. Class was over and everybody had already gone home except for (Name) who was now making her way out of the classroom. This was his chance! He quickly rushed after you.
"Yo, (Name)!" he yelled after you, trying to catch up.
You ignored his yell and quickened your pace, heart beating painfully against your ribs. You didn't want to see him.
With a harsh tuck on your wrist you were pressed against the wall; trapped by slender arms.
"Would you fucking quit running away from me, damn it!" he said angrily.
You looked at with wide eyes, shocked by his sudden actions.
When he saw your wide eyes he lowered his voice to a more careful tone.
"I only want to talk to you for god's sake!"
"I don't want to talk to you! You never listen!" you said trying to push him away from you but to no avail, he wouldn't let you move an inch. His patience was running low and he leaned closer to you trying to mask his welling anger in his tone. "Why do you overreact like that?!"
"Why do you always make fun of me? Why?" you said, your gaze dropping from his brown eyes to the floor.
"I only want you to look at me, to think I am pretty, to notice me! I care so much about you and you never notice!" you said, as quiet sobs shake your small body. He tensed at these words.
Silence fell between you; only your sobs were occasionally break it.
"Don't cry because of me please." Eikichi said his voice almost breaking.
His thumb bushed carefully over your cheek wiping away the tears he made you cry. "I wanted you to feel the same about me, that's why I had always made fun of you. To get your attention; but I didn't realized that sooner."
You looked at him shocked. "Really?" you asked him while trying to get rid of the tears.
"Really."
Laughter bubbled up your stomach as your tears were now fountains of tears; but these tears were tears of joy. " I don't believe it!" you laughed at how stupid both of you had been
"Should I prove it?" he asked with a chuckle. His cold fingers moved under your chin, lifting your head so your (e/c) eyes met his.
Slowly he was moving forward, closing the almost none existing proximity between you. His eyes locked onto your pink lips. A surprised squeak left you as he captured your lips with his.
You pushed yourself flush against him as you buried your hands in his uniform trying to be as close as possible to get to him; your hands tangling in his blue hair – but it was over as soon as it started.
He parted, catching his breath again as his gaze locked with yours again.
You looked lovely. Your cheeks were flushed red and your plump lips almost black.
A quick chuckle left his lips as he saw his black lipstick staining yours in the equal dark color. Uncomfortably you looked at him, not knowing what was so funny. "W-What? What's so funny?"
"Nothing," he said in a low voice as he leaned closer again, lips almost brushing your ear.
"You should wear black lipstick more often."
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