Denji

You barely slept, your hands remembered the warmth of melted chocolate, the aroma never left your head. Now the small box feels heavy, as if your heart were inside.
He's standing in the hallway with his friends. They're chatting and laughing, but he's calm, leaning against the wall. He adjusts the zipper on his sweatshirt, runs his hand through his hair, and for a moment his gray-blue eyes sparkle. Your heart leaps into your throat. It's only a few steps, but they seem enormous.
Should I approach him? Wait? What if his friends think you're being pushy...what if he's unhappy with the gift in front of everyone...he'll feel awkward...You hesitate for so long that you don't even realize how you're already walking towards him. One step. Another. And then you're right there.

You gently touch his sleeve.
He turns around, frowning slightly, more in surprise than sternness. For a second, he simply looks at you, as if trying to understand. You don't let yourself be startled and immediately hold out the box, clutching it with both hands to hide your trembling.
—This is for you…
You exhale almost in a whisper.
—I did it myself. Sorry if it's not on time.

Your voice is barely holding itself together. You're almost ready for a harsh reaction—you know all too well how guys like him react to public affection. But he only looks down at the box, his breathing softens… and the corners of his lips lift in a quiet, warm smile, as if something inside him has suddenly melted.

• Thank you very much, darling.
  He speaks quietly, but so warmly that you can hardly stand it. He takes the box carefully, as if he were holding something especially precious.
  And the next second, he's already reaching out to you, hugging you so naturally, as if it's the most correct thing to do. His hand lands on your back. He pulls you closer. His cheek brushes against yours, and his short, sweet kiss burns hotter than the chocolate you spent all night making.
  You feel his friends quiet down next to you, but he doesn't care one bit. He leans down to your ear, kisses you again softly, shyly, almost secretly, and whispers

• I am very pleased, princess... I love you.
  And all your worries dissolve in his warm breath.