who i am - komahina

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hajimes pov

i love you.

sitting right next to him at the dinner table, i question if i really did say those three words. i don't remember much — or i don't want to remember. we are eating in silence but i don't think or feel as though it is an awkward silence. its peaceful, our hands brush against each other every now and then.

once we're done, we move back to the couch as we sit close but we aren't hugging like usual. he seems deep in thought as he dozes off while staring at the coffee table. he's biting on his lip in deep concentration. i watch him for a while, until he turns to me.

"did you mean it?"

ah. was he doubting me? maybe he thinks i said it only because i was sleepy. if only he knew.

"i did."

and then its silent again. he seems flustered, a bit taken aback. does he not feel the same? maybe it was too forward, i should've just said i like him. what if he leaves?

"nagito?"

"agh, i wanted to say it first you asshole." he huffs, now hiding his face in my chest.

oh thank god.

"ah..." hugging him closer, i try to look him in the eyes but he's still hiding. i can't help but smile at him. "nagito, let me see you."

"no. listen to me hajime," he sounds determined. "we're gonna pretend like you didn't just say that! we're gonna go get ready for bed and once we're done, we pretend it didn't happen so i can say it first. okay? good."

i didn't even get a chance to reply as he walks over to the guest bathroom. he is... adorable.
so i oblige and go over to my bathroom, brushing my teeth, showering and changing into my pajamas. so now im waiting in bed, scrolling through my phone and responding through a few messages.

then, out of nowhere, he jumps on my bed landing right next to me. putting down my phone i turn to face him and he's already smiling at me. "hi,"

i smile, amused as i reply; "hello nagito." resting my hands on his waist as i pull him closer. he hugs around my torso, our nose brushing against each other. "okay, i have something to say."

i nod at his words, as if i didn't know what he was going to say. staring at him patiently before he raises a hand to brush against my cheek.

"i love you, hajime hinata."

a smile, "i love you too."

and then he leans, and i do too until our lips touch in the softest way imaginable. he holds my face with his hand and i hold his waist tightly. my eyes are closed but i can feel him smiling and honestly i can't even believe this is happening.

whenever i try to pull away, he gives me a peck. and then another, and another. until i chuckle and manage to pull back. "okay, okay calm down."

another kiss comes my way and i obviously accept it. "i have been waiting for this since.. like, forever. so let me kiss you." and another, this one longer. he eventually pulls away, a content smile on his face as he notices my blush.

he then gasps, as if he remembers something. "hajime." i show him a confused glance as he sits up, taking my hands forcing me to follow him. he turns his whole body towards me, caressing my hands with his.

"hm?"

"go out with me. please? i already have it all planned out." and how could i say no to him? i nod, leaning in to give him a small peck. and being able to see his smile makes it worth it.

"tomorrow, then?"

"tomorrow it is." he lures me back down, to lay next to him. we face each other and just stare for a while. he draws patters into my back with one hand, the other caressing my cheek slowly. my hands remain on his waist, until we both fall asleep for the night.

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guys is it weird if im crying over my own story because. 🙁
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