kiss me stupid!
pair. isagi yoichi x gn!reader
content: fluff, a little pda, mutual pining, college au
synopsis. poor isagi just wanted to study. unfortunately, you had other plans
wc. 0.9k
"can i ask you something?"
isagi gazes up tiredly from his book, silently gesturing for you to continue. the pen by your ear clicks again and again as you open and close it with your thumb. click. click. click.
you're not looking at him when you ask:
"have you ever wanted to kiss someone stupid?"
he sputters in response, because who wouldn't? and you're still not even looking at him. you seem more interested in your notes than the fact that you just misaligned the planets by about 40 degrees for him.
thick silence fills the air, save for the clicking of your pen. click. click. click. cl-
he's going to go insane. he's going to go crazy. his brain is melting. he needs a second — just one second to think about what the hell you just said.
isagi reaches forward across the table with a frown, grabbing at the pen in your fingers and snatching it away from you. "quit that," he scolds.
you finally glance up at him from your notebook when he steals it, eyeing him carefully. he feels his face heating up both in embarrassment and from being slightly flustered. your gaze is so scrutinizing right now. he's convinced you can hear the thousands of thoughts running through his mind.
"don't avoid my question."
isagi huffs. you're too good at reading him and it's not fair. not when you look so calm and indifferent to the way you're flipping his entire world upside down with some silly grade school question.
"i just—" he sighs, cheek falling into his palm as he rests his elbows on the table. so much for getting any productive studying done. "i don't get what you're trying to ask."
"like, kissing someone 'til your brain is all mush." your hands come up beside your head to emphasize, massaging your temples. "until you're both laughing and can't think straight. 'til you can't breathe."
you're being oddly descriptive and it's not helping his situation at all. heat rises to the tips of his ears and he's sure his flush is entirely visible now.
"have you?" he asks suspiciously, because it sounds like you've put some thought into it. you simply hum in response, reaching over to grab your pen back from him. the action causes your leg to bump against his under the table and he nearly screams.
“so what if i have?”
“stop trying to be mysterious and answer me!”
"i asked you first."
"no, i—" you look at him strange and he crumbles on the spot. the honest answer comes before he can stop it. "yeah, i have. happy?"
you smile at his red face and furrowed brows. "really? who?"
he wants to grab you by the shoulders and shake you aggressively and yell in your face: you, idiot! you! quit being a tease and kiss me already!
he just sulks in his seat instead, arms crossed and trying to hold onto his last bit of sanity. "like i would tell you, nosy."
you scoff in response, reaching back over the table and tapping his forehead lightly with the end of your pen. "promise i won't use it against you. please? pretty please?"
though you're still teasing him, there's genuine curiosity written all over your face. it's just mixed in there somewhere underneath that humour. and he knows you wouldn't tell anyone if he told you about having a silly crush. but the circumstances are... different right now.
he swats the pen away from his face. "no way."
you stand up, the chair you were sitting in scraping across the carpeted floor. your face leans in close to his. too close. he's going to have a heart attack. oh fucking christ.
you move in to examine him, eyes dragging all over his expression to read it. there's no way this behaviour is appropriate for a public library, but for some reason he doesn't shove your face away from his.
"i'm not dense, you know." your voice is quiet but it somehow feels like a million decibels ringing in his ear.
"i know that," he stammers out. he doesn't know how to handle himself when you're so close to him. he's never been good at steeling his nerves around you.
"then why are you acting like you don't want to kiss me stupid right now?"
"i- i don't- i—" he blinks at you incredulously.
"you don't what, yoichi? don't wanna kiss me stupid?"
"i didn't say that!"
"so you do wanna kiss me stupid?"
he leans in a little closer. "do you want me to kiss you stupid?!"
isagi notices too late that his voice is shaking, and that his involuntary increase in volume is earning him glares from other students.
whatever. he doesn't care any more. he can't focus on doing his project if you're distracting him like this.
for a split second you wonder why you're stumbling until the backs of your knees knock your chair. then you realize that his lips have crashed against yours rather clumsily.
it's only a few moments. for a beat you're convinced you're dreaming until his tongue lightly runs along your bottom lip and you get slapped in the face with reality.
you stare at him dumbly when he pulls back looking embarrassed to all hell.
what. just. happened.
he quickly sits back down again when he glances around and finds the other students staring and gawking at the both of you. he's completely red in the face, and he nervously buries his face back into his book. he can kiss you stupid later. right now, just this one should suffice.
"would you shut up and take your notes now?!"
4 my one and only 🤍
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