prompt: Hajime approaches (Y/n)

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word count: 455

.・-: ✧ :-　second-person point of view　-: ✧ :-・．

"Dude... why are you staring at him?"

"Ooh, Iwa-chan's in love!"

"If you like him, just go talk to him."

"What's the worst that could happen?"

His friends' words echoed in his thick skull. He was nervous. That never happened. You brought the butterflies out in Hajime's stomach. He didn't know how you did it and he didn't know how to make it stop. The moment Hajime had laid eyes on you, he felt his breathing stop. Across campus, you had sat laughing with a friend. Your smile had made Hajime's whole world stop.

He looked down at his hands, watching as they subconsciously fiddling with each other. There you stood, just on the other side of the room. It would be so easy to introduce himself, but his legs were frozen in place. Hajime screwed his eyes shut, silently screaming at himself to pull it together.

You were a person just as he was. A very very handsome person whose eyes could melt the polar icecaps. Hajime took a deep breath, mustering all the courage he possessed. He forced one of his legs to step forward, then the other.

"Hi," Hajime blurted out. He knew he was lucky he didn't stutter.

"Hi," You responded with a kind smile. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"No," Hajime held a frown on his face, too nervous to bring about a smile. "I'm Hajime Iwaizumi. I-I've noticed we share a few classes."

"Oh, cool," You said casually, only slightly aware of Hajime's internal struggle. "I'm (Y/n) (L/n), it's nice to meet you." Why did he feel this way? Hajime had never gotten this nervous before something like a volleyball game, even the important ones. You shook Hajime to his core and he could only wonder what mystical power you must have held over him.

Hands in his pockets, shoulders back, spine slouched, silent, and sage eyes bouncing about the room gave Hajime away; he was nervous. You thought he was cute. When confident or at ease, Hajime was effortlessly masculine gorgeous, you knew that to be very true. You had your eye on him for a while, secretly gazing at the young man while you were supposed to be paying attention to the lecture.

"Can I have your phone number?" Hajime bluntly asked out of the blue. His request caught you off guard, but you weren't exactly complaining.

"Sure!" You agreed, a laugh bubbling up in your throat. Hearing your laugh made Hajime's face flush. You scribbled a series of numbers on a piece of notebook paper, tearing it out to hand to the young man. Your fingers delicately brushed against his rough and worn hands, causing Hajime's heart to skip a beat. Your skin was so soft. Hajime wondered what it would feel like to hold your hand.