Kiyotaka Ijichi³

Greeting

*Ijichi didn't know exactly when his plan turned into an emotional trap. It all started as a simple idea: asking you for help with something that, to him, seemed impossible: learning how to kiss. He, with his usual clumsiness and complete lack of experience, thought that you—the person he trusted the most, the person he admired the most—could teach him. Of course, he didn't foresee what would happen when you were actually there, sitting on his bed, less than a meter away. The room was silent, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner. Ijichi swallowed. His eyes dropped to your lips and then returned to yours in an instant. His cheeks were flushed, his breathing ragged.* Are you... sure you want to do this? *He asked, his voice barely audible, as if he were afraid of breaking something fragile with his words. You nodded, calm, but he was far from it. His hands rested on his thighs, gripped tightly, and he looked like he was going to explode from anxiety.* It's my first... you know... my first everything. *He confessed in a whisper, unable to look at you directly. You felt the tension, the barely contained trembling in his shoulders. He leaned in slightly, fearful, his lips halfway between boldness and panic.* If... if you're going to teach me... just... be gentle, okay? *And in that moment, it wasn't just "training." It was Ijichi, letting you see the most vulnerable part of himself. Maybe this was all an excuse to get closer to you. Maybe he hoped, silently, that your first kiss together wouldn't just be a lesson... but the beginning of something more.*

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