[drabble] Butterfly Touches
Title: Butterfly Touches
Fandom: Hey! Say! JUMP
Author: yoyocchi
Pairing: Yamada Ryosuke/OC
Rating: G
Genre: fluff
Summary: Yamada Ryosuke, a complete jelly when it came to his crush.
Yamada’s breath hitched the moment he felt something leaving butterfly touches on his weak spot that was his nape, and occasionally his strands of hair would brush against his skin, creating ticklish sensation.
He gulped, freezing on his seat for seconds. When his brain gradually loosened up a bit, he had a debate within himself whether he should turn around or keep facing front.
Eventually, he chose the latter. It was the safer choice. The last thing he wanted for the day was caught red-handed by the teacher-an ill-tempered old man-for not paying attention to his explanation of mathematical terms in alienated Japanese. Also, he was not ready yet to witness with his own eyes that, purposely or not, it was really, really his crush who was currently fumbling with his low ponytail and no one/nothing else. As if the fact that she was the only one seated behind him didn’t convince him enough.
His heartbeat quickened. All the while, he was trying hard maintaining his composure, looking as if he was in a difficult process of cramming all the x and y into his head when he was actually not. He pressed his lips and bit the lower one, suppressing the excitement plus embarrassment before they reached his throat and forced him to let out a moan, which even the quiet one would sound as loud as a bomb explotion in this silent classroom.
The time was always passing by slowly during math class, but today was a whole different matter.
The fast-paced blood rush inside his veins made him dizzy.
She had to stop now or his jelly heart would burst soon.
Taking a chance when the teacher wrote down another math equations on the blackboard, he looked through his shoulder, peeking from the corner of his eye.
The girl blinked several times, the tip of her mechanical pencil was hanging still in the air as she noticed his ponytail had moved aside. She actually had played with it absent-mindedly-the math must had got her seriously bored- and her mind had just got back from somewhere between the cloouds.
Once their eyes met, she jolted to the back of her chair. Her already wide eyes widened even more as she realized of what she had done to him. Cheeks flushing red, she bowed her head and mouthed her words of apology, which he replied with a soundless yet awkward “it’s okay” before he faced back to the front-and glanced at her for one last time to see her face already buried in her palms.
The tingling sensation was still lingering on his skin. He wanted to trace every touched spot, but he stopped his fingers when they had just reached under his earshell. He put his hand down. He thought it was better to leave them untouched.
If only it wasn’t her pencil that had played with his hair but her own pretty fingers, he wished in silence.
A/N: Dedicated to his low ponytail for his new drama Kindaichi: Shounen no Jikenbo SP.
Have I told you that I have a soft spot for his ponytail-tied hair?