Before he’d even given more than a three second thought to dating Momoi, Akashi would never have allowed the idea of kisses to take over his mind as such.
He understood dating necessitated physical contact in most cases and that was to be expected. Those who cared for each other showed it through soft touches and lips meeting each other, as well as various other body parts.
But it was the same thing he tried to tell Murasakibara: he didn’t need to eat too many snacks.
In his own case, kisses.
But Momoi had twisted that mindset of his.
She kissed him before school, during school, after school; she kissed him when she was sad or when he was sad, when she was happy or he was happy. She kissed him when he was sitting or when he was standing, she kissed him no matter what.
She kissed his cheek and lips, sometimes his nose or forehead and Akashi always found himself giving a slight smile and looking at her, watching the way she’d smile brightly in return and bade him a farewell if she was late to class or a greeting if she’d just come up to him.
And he returned those kisses once in a while.
It didn’t matter so much if they were in public or private, although the public kisses were typically shorter and sweeter and he was well aware that he kissed her more than enough to let her know how he felt. But he grew addicted to the feeling of their lips together and the way she’d laugh if he kissed his neck, a ticklish area for her.
When Kise brought up the subject, Akashi glared at him.
“Ryota. Ten laps.”