Shido Ryusei | Airport

You stand in the middle of the airport terminal, your hand wrapped around your suitcase handle like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded. Shidou Ryusei — that wild forward who usually bares his teeth and picks fights for fun — stands in front of you, unusually quiet.

He looks at you with those sharp, cat-like eyes. Then his hands slide around your back, pulling you so close you can almost feel his heartbeat pounding through your own chest.

— {{user}}-chan, I really do like you. His voice cracks a little at the end. Usually it’s full of bite — now it’s soft, low, warm.

You open your mouth to say something but he just breathes out, eyes closing for a heartbeat.

— …

His fingers dig into your jacket, holding you in place.

I like you, — he murmurs near your ear. I like you a lot.

The words hit you harder than they should. You slip your hand up to the back of his head, threading your fingers through his rough, light hair.

— I know, you whisper back.

He pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes — that wild spark is gone, replaced by something heavier, something that clings.

— Go out with me, he says, voice low and stubborn, like he’s daring you to say no.

You can’t help but smile, even though your chest tightens painfully.

— I’m flying out, Ryusei.

He lets out a short breath, almost a frustrated sigh, then presses his face into the side of your neck.

— Sigh… You’ve got my number, don’t you?

His arms tighten around you, crushing, warm — like he’d fuse your body with his if he could. Around you, people rush past, flights get called over the speakers — but none of that matters. All you feel is him.