You let out a deep sigh as you walked next to your best friend, Matoro Juka (You know, the girl with the fox hat thingy from Hakuren's team), towards the benches next to the soccer field.
"What is it, (F/n)?" Matoro looked worriedly at you. You blinked a couple of times and then smiled.
"It's nothing.. It just bothers me that I was late, again." You sighed again and hung your head in defeat. Matoro chuckled.
"Then buy a different alarm or.. stop dreaming about a certain someone?"
"What? I don't dream about anyone.." You frowned at her. Now Matoro sighed.
"All right. Fine, whatever. I'm hungry, so can we hurry up already?" Without waiting for an answer she pulled you along by your sleeve until you reached the bench. There she plopped down on it and got her food from her bag. You chuckled slightly at her behaviour and sat down next to her. You weren't that hungry, so you looked around a bit in a dazed way.
"Lost something again, (F/n)-san?" Your head snapped towards the side where Fubuki was smiling at you.
"Oh, no. I was just looking for inspiration." He chuckled.
"I see. You're always rather dreamy, aren't you?"
"Am I?" You tilted your head slightly, a thoughtful expression on your face.
"Yes, you are." Matoro cut in, having finished her lunch. "But.. uhm.. (F/n), I have to be somewhere and I totally forgot. So see you later, okay?" Matoro smiled towards you as her eyes flickered to Fubuki for a moment. You frowned slightly, but then she was already gone.
"Mind of I sit here?" Fubuki asked.
"Oh, sure. Go ahead." When he sat down your eyes went across the field again.
"Say, can I ask you something?"
"Of course." You returned your gaze towards him.
"You've drawn about everyone from the team, but.. well.. not me." He scratched his cheek as he looked away.
"Oh!" Your cheeks gained colour and you looked away too. "Uhm.. well.. t-that's because.. uhm.. you don't stand still that much and your shoots are really-" You stopped yourself mid sentence and bit your lip.
"Really what?" Fubuki had turned towards you again, but you kept staring towards the ground.
"No, I won't tell you." You shook your head vividly.
"Come on. I won't bite."
"I'm not telling you. It's too-" You stopped talking again.
"Why don't you ever finish sentences?"
"Just because." You heard him sigh.
"I still don't know what it is with my techniques, though."
"It's nothing." You still refused to look at him and you felt completely stressed out, like you always felt when someone pressured you.
"Come on. I really want to know."
"Please stop." Your voice sounded pleading and you shook your head once more, your hands now going through your hair.
"(F/n)-san?" He touched your arm, making you flinch. You looked at him through your hair with scared eyes.
"I-I'm sorry. I just can't handle pressure very good." You sniffed and looked forward again, going with a hand through your hair to get it out of your eyes.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know that." Fubuki looked away and seemed to think for a moment. You looked at him and then realized that he actually looked rather sad.
"Fubuki-san?" You stretched out your hand towards him, but stopped halfway when you realized why he might be sad.
"I think y-your shoots are really.. beautiful. T-that's what I wanted to say." You blushed and stared towards your hands, which now laid folded in your lap.
"That's it? Phew.." He sighed in relief. Your head snapped back to him.
"What do you mean?"
"I thought that it was something really bad." He looked you in the eye and smiled.
"R-really bad? Well, maybe it is.." You stared towards the trees at the other side of the field.
"Huh? What do you mean?" He followed your glance and then fixed his gaze back on you.
"Well, because they're so.. beautiful, I can't draw them properly since I get so-" You stopped again when you felt your cheeks heat up. You swallowed and then shook your head. "S-since I get so.. entranced by them."
"You get entranced.. by my shoots?" He sounded utmost surprised.
"Why are you so surprised? I would trade my soul to get used to them and be able to draw them properly." You bit your lip again as you now glared at the forest.
"Your soul, you say?"
"Yeah." When you had said that you felt a hand on your shoulder and you looked towards Fubuki, giving him a questioning look. He, on the other hand, just smiled and moved his hand to your cheek. Then, his other hand followed suit, but on your other cheek. As you were forced to look into his bluish-grey eyes, you suddenly felt very calm. You tilted your head slightly and he chuckled.
"What is it?" You asked, but he shook his head. Then, he bent forward and when you grasped the concept he was already too close for you to politely refuse. So you kissed back instead. Your hands moved from your lap to his shoulder and neck. His hands went from cupping your face to your waist and hair. When you broke the kiss, he shot you a questioning look. You were busy with catching your breath, while he merely looked like he just ran to get on time for class.
"I.. I'm not.. an international football star.. like you.. you know? I need air." You managed to say as you clutched onto his shoulders. He chuckled again.
"You know, this international football star could show you his techniques until you get used to them." You chuckled too.
"Yeah, I already sold you my soul, right? Or hasn't the deal been sealed entirely yet?"
"Hmm.. I might need one last check to see if you're really certain about it."
"Okay." You smiled and moved towards him. He smiled as well and pulled you towards him, but just before your lips met he whispered something.
"You do know that you're wearing your shirt the other way around, right?"
"What!?" You pulled out of his grasp and looked down at your shirt. You sighed in frustration while he chuckled at your reaction.
"Don't worry about it. They say artists are chaotic after all and it's one of the things I like most about you." You frowned and pouted worriedly, but he pulled you closer again.
"Come, come." He closed the last bit of gap there was between the two of you and, with a sigh, let yourself fall into his kiss again.