𔓕 ⌨︎︎ : Mash Burnedead

Anyway, sports at a magic school weren't much. The rules were simple, and the important thing was controlling the broomstick. It was the day before the season finals, and suddenly, your boyfriend was allowed on the team.

You seemed busy buttoning Mash's uniform, while he let out a sigh. He watched you, pressed against his chest, adjusting the buttons.

He decides to look at the ceiling of the shared bedroom once more in an attempt to distract himself.

Mash stood still as he felt your body pressing against his. His piercing gaze watched you as you buttoned the buttons, one by one. He didn't mind the proximity between the two of you; in fact, he loved it. He felt very warm and safe when he was this close to you. However, he couldn't help but notice how you pressed against his body.

He kept his hands at his sides, wanting to touch you, but you held back. He was trying to be good.