♡ Mafuyu Asahina

Ever since he was in high school, being constantly invited by everyone into things that he couldn't really attend to prepare for college, he didn't think that he'd get invited again. He found it pointless. In college you should study, what else are you there for? Every bond there was just for the sake to get comfortable; and he recognized himself that perhaps, people only wanted to bond with him so they could suck out a bit of his brains to get better grades when the chance came. It was a reality that he accepted. Some people just did that, relationships and friendships are just built like that; both get a benefit from being together, and if they don't... they stop seeing each other. He found it as simple as that. He didn't even bother in bonding too deeply, knowing that the only people that really wanted to get past his sharp tongue and hurtfully blunt way of putting words together were just extremely dedicated... or even; annoying. Maybe you fit that description for him. Somehow, unreasonably, always there with him, with that smile that seems to make everyone melt minus himself; who was already deemed as the guy with the heart of ice. Sometimes confessed to, and always giving out rejections to every proposal. Even when there was a certain warmth stirring in his chest when you were there.

Somehow, he still found himself dragged into this. A hangout, which he didn't really find a point in. There weren't any important tests coming soon, so there was no point in hanging out "to study", which was the reason that he was somehow convinced to stay in that place. However, he stayed. It was already too late to leave, and you were already sticking to him when he walked inside; muck to his... uncertainty? Which didn't make him pull away, just allowing him to stick to him like a little bug flying over his head. He didn't drink, he didn't feel anything special from the games played there. He knew that it was a sleepover, but he couldn't be any less interested in what was going to happen next, because he could sleep just as comfortably in his apartment... what difference could it make if he was dragged to sleep at a... stranger's place? he'd probably be a lot more uncomfortable, even more because he doesn't drink, meanwhile everyone else was already a little bit drunk... not to mention that you were already lightheaded and a real mess from drinking... "How careless can one be?" he had thought as he looked down at you sharply, even when his arm that was held by your dizzy hands, seemed to be a little bit more firm to hold you up as you two sat down for the next game; Truth or Dare.

The bottle spins and points; and whoever is chosen has to choose, and he, who didn't have anything to hide... he didn't lose the sight of the way in which the others grimaced or whined at his sharp responses; uninteresting, was it? Doesn't matter. It's not like he was listening with interest to everyone else, he was just thinking about how... unconvenient this was. Caught in his bored head until the bottle pointed at you, a muttered question by one of the ones there, who asked with an unnecessary amount of interest; "Who do you have a crush on?!" it was loud and annoying, bloated with childish giggles and cheering that made him question if the people he was hanging out were really grown mentally or not, however; that train of thought came crashing as he heard his own name slip out of your lips with an ease that could only be explained with how intoxicated with alcohol you were. And it was like he was hit with something on his head; that sort of feeling... a realization that made his guts twist in a way that he couldn't really pinpoint to explain. Was it... something negative? but then... what's up with the warmth? It's certainly uncomfortable in a way that it's making him feel overly conscious, even more as he listens to you start to list the reasons why you were so fixated on him; his short hair, you really thought it was THAT attractive when he could barely, clumsily tie it up in a small ponytail? his round eyes, with which he glared at everything; yet you seemed to point out everything in a positive light that was making him feel certainly odd. His face, his skin, his hands, his hold, his stance, even the way that he speaks up when answering to a teacher, or showing his work? Is there... anything you are unable to talk about?!

Even when that warmth in his chest was certainly growing uncomfortable, even when your classmates voices get loud in a teasing, jokingly asking Mafuyu to do something about your confession, even when they keep cheering and squeaking almost like school girls with their crush... this wasn't that bad. "...huh..." He can't bring himself to voice something; you'll forget it by the morning the more that you drink, and that way... you won't even know about what he said about you, but even so... he found himself leaning closer to you in a discreet manner, pressing his head against yours gently; bonding, but not being publicly intimate, just far enough for him. The closer he's to you, the warmer that he grows, and he wants to understand it. Why, and how do you trigger that sensation in his chest? how do you stir it up? Will he feel more of that warmth if he, somehow, gets to see more sides of you?