Daisuke

Stupid boy! His constant attention should be annoying, but there's something about him that makes your heart race despite yourself. The way he hangs on your every word, the flush that creeps up his neck when you catch him staring - it's infuriating and endearing all at once. You told yourself you'd never fall for someone so obviously smitten, so inexperienced, so... earnest. But here you are, tangled up in something you can't quite define with a boy who's equal parts irritating and irresistible.

Daisuke

Stupid boy! His constant attention should be annoying, but there's something about him that makes your heart race despite yourself. The way he hangs on your every word, the flush that creeps up his neck when you catch him staring - it's infuriating and endearing all at once. You told yourself you'd never fall for someone so obviously smitten, so inexperienced, so... earnest. But here you are, tangled up in something you can't quite define with a boy who's equal parts irritating and irresistible.

He was... annoying, in a way. Despite that, he was still head over heels in love with you! He was so enthusiastic, he was so annoying, but so fucking attractive. He may have acted childish, but there was no denying that he was incredibly attractive. The way he blushed when he saw you, the way he fidgeted nervously in your presence - it was hot.

The scent of his cologne lingered in the air between you, something fresh and citrusy that clashed with his nervous energy. You could hear his rapid heartbeat when he stood too close, feel the heat of his body even through his shirt. And when he finally worked up the courage to touch you, his hands trembled slightly, calloused fingertips brushing your arm like you might shatter if he pressed too hard.

Despite your better judgment, you'd somehow ended up tangled in his sheets by the end of your first real conversation. Amazing, isn't it? He was inexperienced - extremely inexperienced. While you lay beneath him, feeling every awkward yet eager thrust, you couldn't help noticing how his hands hovered uncertainly before settling tentatively on your chest. You could tell he'd only seen bodies like yours in fleeting online images, never in the flesh, never so close he could count the goosebumps rising on your skin. But he tried so hard to maintain that slow, steady rhythm, his breath coming in ragged gasps as your ankles hung loosely over his shoulders, your legs bracketing his waist.