Ecstasy | Shuji Hanma [Tokyo Revengers]

chapter 7

Your friendship with him somehow got awkward ever since that happened, and the both of you don't hold eye contact anymore. Whenever you stared at his sleepy eyes, it reminds you of what happened last time. And you're sure, he felt the same.

"Y/N, whats going on between you and Shuji?" The three of you (Hanma, your mother and you) were hanging out at a nearby cafe that was known for its delicate coffee. "Huh?" You were shocked at that question, and you didn't quite have an answer for that either. You sure didn't make anything official, but you did steal his first kiss. And to be honest? You might be even in love with this man.

You felt his skinny and lanky arms wrap around your waist as he claimed "We're dating."

Eh?

I didn't agree to this!

But it's not like im disagreeing..

Your body was heating up, and your mother had quite a reaction, too. "Oh, I'm uh.. Happy for the both of you! I'm shocked, really." She responded, with her hands over her chest. You couldn't tell from her expression if she was actually happy or she was putting up an act.

"You better take care of her." She gave him a death stare that somehow, didn't stun him. "Don't worry about it, mom." His left hand was holding a cupcake that seconds later, he shared with you. You could feel your heartbeat racing around him, and the air gets tighter when you're facing him.

                Soon after, the three of you went home. it was already around 3:30 p.m, meaning you probably would be taking a nap at a time like this. You couldn't help but stare at how decent Hanma looks today. He's not wearing his usual three quarter sleeve with black tights but he even had his hair down and he's wearing a black shirt with grey tights.

                You on the other hand, was wearing a long black dress with a black cross-body purse. Your hair was braided. You didn't get ready for nothing, of course. Your mother took the both of you out to go shopping at the nearby mall.

                 You got yourself a bunch of new clothes and skincare items, while Hanma was just helping you pick them out. He didn't get anything for himself, though.

                   The both of you were in the living room while your mother left to meet her friend, whom suddenly informed that she was in the area. It was silent. You could hear the birds chirping, the wind whistling and the fan spinning. The tension somehow built up between the both of you, and Hanma decided to break the ice.

               "I hope you're fine with it." He said. You guessed he was speaking about you being his girlfriend. "Eh? It's no big deal, really." You smiled and assured him that you were fine with it. He smiled back, and reached for the remote that was laying hidden on the coffee table, beside a pile of your favourite books.

                 You and him ended up watching the TV for a while, and ended up with you being in his arms and laying on his chest. His skinny body covered with the thin cloth somehow felt peculiarly comfortable to lay on, and the warmth caving you made you feel safe and protected. "Sometimes I find myself thinking of you."

                 "Huh?" You asked, confused in what he meant by that spontaneous claim. "Ever since the kiss, everything makes me think of you." He said and covered his face in embarassment. Truly, you would've felt embarassed to say such a thing too. "Quit saying stupid stuff, will you?" You tried to deny the fact that you felt the same way.

Even looking at your bed reminds you of when he first kissed you. How he told you that you were his first kiss. How he pinned you down from moving around from the kiss, and how vulnerable he looked when he's in love.

Entering your room reminded you of everyday you've spent with him. How he held your waist in front of the mirror, how he marked you as his on that one day. How he buried his face in embarassment, how he passed you his drugged cigarettes.

You hoped he had felt the same way, and not toying around with you.

He pushed your head even deeper into his chest, and you could really smell his cologne with tiny hints of cigarettes. "Do you feel the same way about me?" His soft hands caressing your cheeks as the noises from the TV somehow deafened. It all went silent and it felt like time froze.

"Yeah." You kept it simple and straight to the point. Unlike how you usually denied your feelings. You could feel his heartbeat get faster, and his palms started to sweat. "So.. Are we a thing?" He asked as you move from his chest and just sat beside him. You nodded, officially making him your partner. He carried you and placed you on his lap, and looked at you in the eyes.

              Expectedly, he pulled out two cigarettes and placed one between your soft lips. He placed the other between his, and pulled you close so that he could light both at the same time. You took your first hit and blew it in his face on purpose, making him chuckle. "You wanna play around huh?" He asked as he grabs your chin and pulls you in closer.

               He took a hit from his stick, and proceeded to shotgun. He kissed you and blew the smoke inside your mouth, making you look at him with widened eyes. The fact that he could do that effortlessly without hesitating, fluttered you somehow. Your eyes met with his and you could see him getting all flustered.

             "That was bold of me." He said, and continued smoking. You nodded in agreement, and looked at the door in case your mother was on her way. "Just in case, let's go upstairs." You held on his shoulders after he said that, knowing he would pick you up. He placed his hand under you and carried you up to your room. You quickly opened the window so that your room wouldn't reek of nicotine and molly.

              "You should do it again." You said, hinting at the shotgun earlier. "Hmm? You should do it to me." You realised it was always him that made the first move, and you were always the one that just follows his lead. You thought it over, and thought, fuck it. He bent down to your height, and you pulled him in for a kiss and did a shotgun.

I did it! The smoke flew out of his mouth and to your face. "Good girl." He pat your head, ruffling your hair and basically messing it all up. You couldn't help but feel flattered when he called you a good girl, and decided to look away. You could see the lovely city view outside from your window, with Hanma holding your waist from behind.

              "We should get matching tattoos."

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a/n: aahh ive been getting a lot of support lately thank you<3 this means so much. I appreciate it.