"Good morning, Princess!" The delinquents greeted me.
I sighed, smiling faintly. "Guys, how many times do I have to tell you to just call me Y/N?"
"But Osoro told us that's what we should call you," Umeji tilted his head a little. "He's treating you like his princess, after all."
I blinked a bit from his comment. "N-no I'm not."
Dairoku chuckled. "I think the blush says otherwise."
I fake-coughed. "Ahem, aaanyway, uh, w-where's Osoro?"
Gaku's eyes lit up. "Ohh, that's what we're about to tell you; he's waiting for you at the 'infamous' cherry blossom tree behind the school."
I bit the inside of my cheek. "Why?"
Hokuto propped his arm onto Hayanari's shoulder. "Meh, I dunno. He's super serious about it, that's fo sho."
Hayanari nodded. "Maybe he needs to tell you something important? No one knows, boss is a tough nut to crack."
I shook my head. "Okay, fine, I'll go. Thanks for the head's up, guys!"
They waved their hands at me as I ran to that tree.
•~♡~•
I reached the so-called Confession Tree of the school, holding my knees while panting to catch my breath.
Osoro is there, leaning against the trunk of the tree. "Maybe running all the way here wasn't a good idea huh, L/N?" He teased.
I gave him a look, then hit his arm gently. "Quit it." Then I straightened my posture. "So. Whaddya wanna tell me?"
Osoro's smirk quickly faded, then avoided my eye contact. "I- uh, I don't..."
I raised an eyebrow. "You good?"
"Y-yeah, I just... yeah, I'm fine. It's just b-because..." Osoro's cheeks are pink at this point.
He sighed heavily, running his fingers through his hair. "Come ooon..." he mumbled.
My face softened. "Hey," I placed my hand onto his shoulder. "If you can't find the words to tell me what you have to tell me, it's okay. You don't have to force yourself."
"No, you don't understand, Y/N! I don't know why I'm like this! I-I've never felt this way, and... it's- it's torturing me! I can't hold it in anymore, it's fcking driving me crazy!"
"Whoa, O-Osoro, calm do--"
His eyes narrowed at me, then pushed me against the tree trunk.
"You. Don't Understand. What I'm feeling right now." He said in between breaths.
I just stood there, confused.
"It's your fault!" He blurted out.
"W-what?" My eyes widened. "What did I do?"
"You little bich, you're making me feel this way!"
I swallowed a lump in my throat. "Come on Osoro, get straight to the point!"
Osoro breathes heavily, then grabs my hands. "I like you! I really love you, dammit, why can't you see that?! I love everything about you, a-and... I- uh, I just- gah! I'm not good with words!"
I clutched my beating heart (not literally, of course). "W-wha..." I faintly asked him.
He panted, hanging his head down. "I won't repeat it again..." he says under his breath.
After a few seconds of taking it all in (OHH SHT THAT SOUNDED WAAAY BETTER IN MY HEAD .-.), I sighed while smiling.
I took his hands in mine. "Osoro?" I asked him softly.
"Yes..."
"You're wrong."
He looked up at me, his cheeks dusted pink. "What?"
"I do understand."
He just gave me a blank look.
I giggled, pulled on his collar, then gave him a quick peck on his dry lips.
Osoro blinked, taken aback. "Y/N..."
I flashed him a cheeky smile. "Yeah?"
He grabbed my shoulders, leaned down, then kissed me. But this time, a bit longer.
We pulled apart for air, then we touched foreheads.
