"You're gorgeous."
Oh god.
I just said that out loud, didn't I?
That slipped out.
I didn't mean to say that.
It was just a thought.
Oh god.
"I'm sorry, what, Kurosaki?" The finger pushing up your glasses is stiff, and your eyes are steely. I have no clue how I'm going to get myself out of this one.
"Um.. I… bah…" I think I'm just making things worse, but I honestly don't know what to say. I'm considering just running away, using my shunpo or something, but even I know that this isn't something I run from. Nope, instead I just stand there, gaping at you like the idiot that I am.
"Repeat yourself, Kurosaki." God I hate the way you spit out my last name like that. Like it actually burned your lips to say or something. And I don't think I've ever heard you be so forceful either. My palms are sweating.
"Y… You… You're…" Why are you torturing me like this, Ishida? You know I can't say it. I wasn't supposed to say it. Don't make me do this, please.
"What. Did. You. Say, Kurosaki." Again. You say my name like it's poison. Like it disgusts you. Like I disgust you. Wouldn't blame you, I probably do.
You take a step closer to me, the steel in your eyes is fire now. Another step, both your hands are clenched in tight fists at your sides. One more step, your lips… they're on mine. Your fists are in my hair, oh Gods, your body is pressed up against mine, and it feels amazing.
Why?
"Say it again, Kurosaki." There's a tiny trail of saliva connecting your bottom lip to mine. I think I'm going to go cross-eyed from staring at it so intently. Except I can't, because now your hand is holding on to my chin, and forcing me to look at you, and my eyes are trying to look away, but you're staring at me so hard that I just have to look at you. I have to.
"You're gorgeous, Uryuu."