mikage reo has experienced many of his firsts.
first date, first relationship, first fight, first ‘i’m sorry i forgot our 2 week anniversary bouquet’, first ‘it’s not you, it’s me.’ (you get the gist.)
but, he’s never experienced his first kiss.
(and that’s something he’d rather die than admit to anybody.)
he’s never not had the urge to kiss his past lovers, he’d tell himself, he just simply never felt like the time was right. it wasn’t his fault that there always seemed to be something wrong when someone leaned in to kiss him.
it is not his fault that the perfect excuse seemed to present itself every. single. time.
mikage reo is totally not scared of kissing someone. that’s crazy. insane, even. laughable? totally. true? maybe(?)
point is, mikage reo has never even so much as pressed his lips against someone else’s in his seventeen years of life, and neither does he intend to any time soon.
at least, that was the plan until you popped out of nowhere.
it all happened so fast he’s not even sure it even happened at all. in fact, the only thing that proves that it did happen was your friend’s apologetic expression followed by some words he absolutely did not hear at all.
he’s frozen. absolutely, utterly, completely speechless. his mind’s racing. blood’s rushing to his ears. his eyes move from your friend’s extremely apologetic expression and your annoyed one.
hold on. you’re annoyed? you? if anyone in this situation should be annoyed it should be him. his brows furrow. how dare you be annoyed here? you kissed him.
your expression morphs to confusion, “our lips barely even touched.”
reo blinks. did- did he say that out loud?
“no they didn’t.” he sounds rushed. and higher pitched. (he should fix that before he says something to you again, he thinks.)
you sigh and cross your arms, “i’m pretty sure they did, pal.”
“i can assure you,” he takes a deep breath, “you kissed me.”
“if i did, in fact, kiss you, which i can guarantee you, i did not,” you smile at him, “what flavor chapstick am i wearing?”
“cherry.”
your smile drops. “i hate cherries.”
you turn around and signal your friend to leave. “case closed, i never kissed you.”
his ears are full-on burning right now. still, he wouldn’t be reo if he didn’t get the final word. “how can you be so sure?”
you turn to look at him again. his breath hitches when he sees the twinkle in your eyes.
“because if i did,” you flash a sly smile, “you’d be begging me to kiss you again.”
you start walking away from him, waving goodbye over your shoulder.
reo lets out a shuddering breath. his cheeks are burning. the tips of his ears are burning. he feels like he’s about to explode.
he frowns at your back until you round a corner.
his mind is trying to convince him that maybe you’re right, and he’s wrong. but there’s just something in him that’s still so, so sure that you did, in fact, kiss him, as brief as it may have been.
he clenches his fist and turns around, making his way to his class.
he’ll just have to prove you wrong when you meet again. (even if it means he’ll have to kiss you first next time).
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