The server on Kyran’s team sent a nasty jump serve over, but a defensive specialist in the back managed to pop it up clean to the setter. Miya glanced at her, meeting her gaze for a split second. She leapt forward for a quick attack, reading her arm back to swing down. But when the ball was right in front of her, she lightly tipped it over the blockers with her fingers, landing on her feet as the ball bounced on the ground. Miya had her own competitive smile on her face as she whipped around, huddling with her teammates and patting them on the back. “If you’re uncertain, just send it to me. I’ll figure something out,” Miya murmured to the setter, who nodded ever so slightly as they went up to the net. I’ve got a very strong feeling that this scrimmage will prove to be very close in scoring.
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Miya's premonition proved to be correct by the end of the game. It was a neck and neck match between the backbones of each team, Kyran and Miya, and once the scrimmage had been concluded, Kyran's team won by a break of 31-29. Kyran lined up across from Miya along with the other teams, and they shook hands, saying good match. The teen shook Miya's hand and aimed a small tease at her, saying, "Looks like I take the win for now." A small smile was on his face along with a playful glint in his eyes as he made the jest, and as he accepted a water bottle from a manager, he took a long sip before freezing yet again like the similar moment at the rec center. Were you joking around with Miya as if you were close friends just now? Not to mention, that handshake was stretched out just a bit and still felt too natural. Kyran's frenzy of stressed thoughts came back full force as he continued to drink from his water bottle.
"For now, that is," she retorted playfully, grabbing her own water bottle. As she drawled a long sip, she nearly choked after she processed the casual affability between her and Kyran. Weren't we on the verge of murdering each other like a week and a half ago? Miya regained her composure and took one last swig from her water before setting the bottle down and joining the rest of the team in some final drills.
After about twenty minutes of different diving, passing, and hitting drills, the practice came to an end. One final team huddle commenced before the players were dismissed to grab their things and leave. As Miya was on her way to gather her bag, the coach stopped her in her tracks and beckoned Kyrann to come over as well. "You two have my thanks for accepting the invite on such short notice. Our game and practice schedule has been emailed to you. Nice work today," he said, promptly giving the two a thumbs-up before heading out the gymnasium door. Miya nodded shortly and grabbed her things before glancing at Kyran. "Good job today," she said swiftly, then turning on her heel and walking outside. For the love of all things holy, it's awkward enough being nice to him. Stop pushing it!
After about twenty minutes of different diving, passing, and hitting drills, the practice came to an end. One final team huddle commenced before the players were dismissed to grab their things and leave. As Miya was on her way to gather her bag, the coach stopped her in her tracks and beckoned Kyrann to come over as well. "You two have my thanks for accepting the invite on such short notice. Our game and practice schedule has been emailed to you. Nice work today," he said, promptly giving the two a thumbs-up before heading out the gymnasium door. Miya nodded shortly and grabbed her things before glancing at Kyran. "Good job today," she said swiftly, then turning on her heel and walking outside. For the love of all things holy, it's awkward enough being nice to him. Stop pushing it!
Kyran nodded in response and said, "You too." Mind still swirling with confusion, he warily made his way back home after gathering his things. Once he arrived, he took a cold shower and put on a tank top and athletic shorts before sitting in his room and quickly finishing any homework he hadn't finished during class. Right as he completed the last assignment, his phone buzzed with a text notification from a newly made group chat. It was occupied by about a dozen and a half users, all of whom were friends of Miya's and Kyran's, along with Miya herself. The message read: "Hey guys! Some of us were thinking it'd be fun to meet at the park near Hemlock on Friday and hang out for a few hours! We can play volleyball and street basketball, and if you want to bring food we can also get plates and share it. Hopefully you can make it! Contact this group chat to confirm whether or not you can go. Thanks!" A party, huh? It sounded interesting, and considering the formal a month ago, Kyran was now confirmed to be one who rather enjoyed events like these. He quickly typed back a message before taking a sip of water and heading downstairs to begin his workout regimen. "Yeah, I'll be there."
Miya had just finished drying off her hair from her shower when her phone vibrated noisily on her dresser. Tossing the towel into the laundry hamper, she picked up her phone and read through the message a couple of times before sighing. It did, in all honesty, sound like a fun idea. But Miya was rather wary that this event would be the perfect opportunity to make things even more unclear between Kyran and her. "Sure, I'll go ^^" she typed, tossing her phone onto her bed after hitting send. Afterward, she finished up the little amount of homework she had, read for a couple of hours, and slipped into bed, her thoughts a mess.
Soon enough, the Friday of the picnic arrived. After school, Miya walked for a few minutes to reach the park, hands in her jacket pockets. In preparation for the scrimmages they'd inevitably conducting, she wore leggings and a long-sleeved tee instead of her usual preppy dresses and skirts. Catching the attention of a few of her friends, they beckoned her over to a couple of picnic tables where some snacks were set up. Miya took a Tupperware of different fruits out of her bag and set it on the table. "Y'know, it's not terribly nice out to have an outdoor get-together," Miya told the girls, gesturing to the clouds covering up any sunlight. They shrugged, telling her it was refreshing. Miya sighed as she sat on one of the table benches, pulling out her phone as she waited for the rest to arrive.
Soon enough, the Friday of the picnic arrived. After school, Miya walked for a few minutes to reach the park, hands in her jacket pockets. In preparation for the scrimmages they'd inevitably conducting, she wore leggings and a long-sleeved tee instead of her usual preppy dresses and skirts. Catching the attention of a few of her friends, they beckoned her over to a couple of picnic tables where some snacks were set up. Miya took a Tupperware of different fruits out of her bag and set it on the table. "Y'know, it's not terribly nice out to have an outdoor get-together," Miya told the girls, gesturing to the clouds covering up any sunlight. They shrugged, telling her it was refreshing. Miya sighed as she sat on one of the table benches, pulling out her phone as she waited for the rest to arrive.
Kyran arrived soon after, dressed in a black hoodie and athletic shorts. He set two bags of chips along with salsa and queso onto the table of food and greeted everyone. Due to the clouds masking the sun coupled with the winter season, it was a rather chilly day outside, so Kyran made sure to do a few stretches in order to stay warm and flexible during the games they would play. The volleyball captain, a well-known acquaintance of Kyran and Miya since the first day of volleyball practice was also there, and he waved at the former two with a grin. "Hey guys! Ready to have fun?" His enthusiasm amused Kyran, who stifled a small chuckle that was quickly swallowed down as more people arrived. Soon, everyone was here, and the festivities began.
If you were to ask Miya how many rounds of volleyball and basketball the group played, she wouldn't be able to say - maybe because she lost track, or maybe because she was absolutely drained. She sat at one of the tables with a plate of an array of different foods, head resting on her palm with her elbow on the table. I'm beyond confused, she thought miserably, poking at a strawberry on her plate. Throughout the different matches, Miya and Kyran were partnered up and separated fairly evenly, but every time they played on the same team, their coordination was impeccable. Maybe it's just me, but rivals usually don't synchronize so naturally. Does... does that mean he's something else? Am I being stupid? Miya glanced around the gathering, seeing that most of the others were grabbing food as well. As her eyes passed over Kyran, her heart skipped a bit. Miya dropped the strawberry she was playing with and quickly averted her gaze to her plate. What the hell was that? Beat normally when you're looking at him! She thought frantically with a startled glint in her eyes.
Kyran was facing a similar dilemma. He had been on the other side of the pavilion, sitting on a bench with a can of ginger ale. As he spectated the party going on around him, he laid eyes on Miya, and his gaze began to soften just the slightest bit before he averted his view, a flush of pink on his face. Ever since the trip, she and I have been way too synchronized to be enemies. Why is it that we hate each other, but when we're actually working together, it's like we're telepathically connected? He sighed to himself before downing the rest of the soda and tossing it in the trash can. He took a soccer ball that someone had brought with them and began juggling it, searching for anything to take his mind off of the one who was supposed to be his nemesis. However, he couldn't help but feel exhausted with trying to suppress his emotions like he was. Maybe it was time to resign and finally face what he thought was reality and prayed to avoid? Not to mention, the romantic fervor that he and Miya had caused had faded away, and no one really swooned over them anymore. Surely that meant they could finally get away from each other.. but why didn't he want to?
After several minutes of self-conflict, Miya said screw it and promptly stood up off of the bench she was seated at. Very fatigued, she marched over to where Kyran stood with the soccer ball, face reddened slightly with a ticked off demeanor. "I've got questions that you might have the answers to," she said, voice faltering softly towards the end of the phrase. "I need to talk to you in private." She turned and began walking towards a secluded area in the greenery of the park, assuming Kyran would follow. What am I doing? Am I actually going through with this? I have to be one of the dumbest people I know. On reaching a quieter space, she crossed her arms, eyebrows furrowed as she turned around once more to face the male. "Have... have these past few days seemed a lot friendlier to you?" she said hesitantly, staring at a leaf on the ground rather than making eye contact.
Kyran kicked the ball away upon hearing Miya's request and complied, following her to a clearing near the park. There was a bench next to a trail that led deeper in the woods, and after listening to what she said, he sighed and guided her to the bench, sitting down as well. "You've felt it too? I've spent an incredible amount of time trying to deny it, but yeah, they have." Kyran leaned back and stared at the evening sky, which now began to slowly fill with orange from the sunset. "The thing is, the girls don't press us about this whole 'dating' thing anymore, so technically, the plan worked. We could slowly break up now, and no one would really care." He swallowed before continuing. "But for some reason, part of me doesn't really want to, and at this point, I don't know what to think. We hated each other for the longest time since middle school, and yet here we are, synchronizing in sports and other activities too perfectly since the fall trip. I just don't know," he repeated as he continued to watch the sunset.
Miya looked down at her hands in her lap, listening to Kyran go in-depth about the situation. Her ears were painted a flushed red as a short silence fell between them after he concluded speaking. Miya shut her eyes and took a deep breath before turning her head to look at Kyran directly. "I really wish this wasn't the case, but I have to say it or else I'll never come to terms with it. Kyran Bennett, it seems I've fallen for you," she said quietly, looking quite troubled. She turned her gaze ahead of her once more, sinking slightly in the bench as she looked at the colorful sky with frustration. Her cheeks slowly grew redder, prompting her to bury her face in her hands as she finally accepted what she absolutely didn't want to accept. The tired blonde muttered a curse under her breath. I hate this. I hate this so much. This feeling is so unfamiliar, and I hate it with a passion.
Kyran raised a brow as Miya admitted her confession, and he turned to look at her. After she was done, he let out a deep exhale, the breath coming out as fog against the chilly evening air. As he watched his breath dissipate in the night, Kyran chuckled softly and looked down before he began to speak. "Well, that's rather amusing. It would then seem that the feeling has come to be mutual." Suddenly, right as he finished his own confession, Kyran felt Miya's head rest against his shoulder, and straining his eyes to look through his periphery, he saw that Miya had fallen asleep. Huh. Well that's some deja vu. A cell phone-- he presumed it to be Miya's-- lit up with a notification next to the girl, and ever so gently reaching around her shoulder, Kyran read the text message that had just arrived from her mother. "Sudden business trip came up; I'm gonna be out of town until tomorrow afternoon. Feel free to crash at a friend's for the night." The teen side as he slowly deposited the phone in a free pocket before gently hoisting Miya onto his back, just as he had done during the fall trip weeks ago. By then, everyone else had retired to their home, so Kyran made a final check to make sure the park pavilion was clean before heading toward his own place. Upon arriving, he slowly climbed the stairs and laid Miya onto his own bed, tucking her in and putting her phone on the nightstand and turning off the lights. He then occupied the guest room next to his room and laid on his bed, drifting to bed. I’m assuming she heard what I said, but her confession earlier today might have been a result of her fatigue, I wonder what she’s going to think of the matter tomorrow morning.
The next day, Kyran awoke and quickly freshened up, changing into a short sleeved t shirt and a different pair of shorts. He headed downstairs into the kitchen and began preparing breakfast, this time making sure there were rations for both him and Miya, who was probably still asleep upstairs.
The next day, Kyran awoke and quickly freshened up, changing into a short sleeved t shirt and a different pair of shorts. He headed downstairs into the kitchen and began preparing breakfast, this time making sure there were rations for both him and Miya, who was probably still asleep upstairs.
Sleepily prying her eyes open, Miya yawned into her hand as she dazedly looked around the room. She sat still for a moment, blinking several times before her eyes widened. Flustered, the girl quickly jumped out of the bed she was occupying, frantically looking around the unfamiliar room. She spotted her phone on the nearby nightstand, snatching it swiftly and turning it on to find the message from her mother from the previous night. Miya squinted, trying to recollect what happened before she crashed. Earning no results, Miya hesitantly stepped out of the bedroom and into the hallway, spotting the light coming from down the stairs. In an attempt to look more presentable, she dusted off her long-sleeved tee and combed quickly through her hair with her fingers. Then, she head down the stairs.
None other than Kyran Bennett -- the boy she so unwillingly confessed to last night -- was in the kitchen preparing some sort of breakfast for the two of them. But Miya had no memory of any confession, and instead only felt the tense and unusual feelings that had been drawling on for the past couple of weeks. "Why am I here?" she asked bluntly, a suspicious look on her face with an eyebrow raised. Did I pass out on him again? I hope this doesn't become a habit...
None other than Kyran Bennett -- the boy she so unwillingly confessed to last night -- was in the kitchen preparing some sort of breakfast for the two of them. But Miya had no memory of any confession, and instead only felt the tense and unusual feelings that had been drawling on for the past couple of weeks. "Why am I here?" she asked bluntly, a suspicious look on her face with an eyebrow raised. Did I pass out on him again? I hope this doesn't become a habit...
Kyran kept his gaze on the pancakes cooking on a pan in front of him despite Miya's sudden inquiry as he flipped one onto a stack next to him without looking. On another pan, two eggs were frying, and bacon and sausage links were sizzling on yet another. Leaving all three pans sitting on the stove, Kyran turned around to take a jug of milk and orange juice from the fridge and plates and forks from the dishwasher. He quickly and efficiently set a dinner table in the living room before redirecting his attention to the food on the stove, and as soon as it was done, he took the pans to the table and evenly rationed out the food, stacking three pancakes, 5 strips of bacon, a handful of sausage links and an over easy egg on each plate. Two different bags of cereal also sat against the jug of milk, and Kyran guided Miya to a chair, pulling it back to allow her space to sit before gently pushing her back forward. As he said down, he attempted to justify his unexpected experience at handling the kitchen by saying, "I've lived alone since I was 10, so I had to know my way around food at home." He then poured himself a cup of orange juice before glancing at Miya and saying, "But, on another note, how much do you remember about last night?"
A bit surprised to have been blatantly ignored and then seated in the unfamiliar dining room, Miya blinked as she watched Kyran lay out the completed breakfast. This is a lot of food... But I don't really wanna waste it, the girl thought as Kyran sat down, too. To his short explanation, followed by a question, Miya responded with, "Since you were ten? And I can't recall the events of last night." She paused, stuffing her fork into one of the fluffy pancakes on her plate. "Why? What happened last night?" she added, taking a bite and glancing up at Kyran ahead of her. What the hell? This is really good... The girl slowly continued eating, attempting to rack her brain for even the smallest memory of the night before. First the night of the formal, now this? I've got a horrible memory.
Kyran took a bite from a strip of bacon and stopped to look at her. After chewing and swallowing, he raised a brow. "So you really don't remember, huh?" He leaned back and took a sip of his orange juice before starting with, "Well, during the little hangout we had planned at the park, you ended being a little bundle of weird emotions, so you asked to talk with me in private, where you confessed that you liked me. By the time I was about to respond, you were asleep." Okay, maybe that last part was a lie, but Kyran didn't want to place the burden of him actually liking her on Miya out of the consideration that the less sleep-deprived her wouldn't feel the same way, after all. Before she could react to the explanation, Kyran raised a finger to stop any remark that would have escaped her mouth and said, "Now look, you were really tired. Because of all the games we played, plus the stress you were probably feeling then, it probably took a toll on you to where you couldn't really control what you said, and your confession probably crawled out as a result. So now that you're awake, you can confirm whether or not that's true." Once he was done speaking, he continued to eat his breakfast, taking occasional sips of his orange juice as well.
Miya opened her mouth to protest but fell silent at Kyran's last proposition. For a few moments, she was quiet, staring down at her plate with her face reddened softly. Picking up her fork, she exhaled quietly. "Well, I suppose it's true. There's not a whole lot else to describe my situation," Miya spoke with a bored tone, though her cheeks were still flushed. Well, that's that I guess, the blonde thought as she finished up her second pancake. "What were you going to say last night? You said you didn't get the chance to respond," Miya said, a bit dejected that she had come to terms with liking who was supposed to be her rival and nemesis. She stabbed into one of the sausages, taking a bite of it and chewing slowly while she waited for a response. While the rest of her face seemed to calm down, her ears were still burning a bright pink color, filled with embarrassment.
Kyran listened and set down his fork, thinking for a moment. So, it seemed she actually did like him. Well, that's a relief. He heaved a sigh and folded his arms before beginning his response. "Well, we've obviously hated each other for so long, and as of a few days ago, all the girls who flock around us are now out of her hair. As a result, we could split up slowly, and no one would really care too much." Kyran leaned back in his chair before continuing after a long pause. "But, the thing is, I think I like you, too. I could go on a spiel about how it grew, but honestly, that's all." His face became flushed with pink as well as he let out his own confession. Kyran glanced at Miya, an inquiring expression on his face. "So.. what happens now?"
The pair sat in silence for a few tense moments before Miya cleared her throat. “Wouldn’t it make sense, then, to try this... dating thing for real?” she said hesitantly, keeping a calm and collected expression on her face. However, despite her stony outward composure, the girl was wildly panicking inside, seeing that this was unfamiliar terrain for her. She placed her fork down quietly as well, pushing her plate out a couple of inches to signal that she wouldn’t be eating anymore despite there being a good amount of food left on it. I’m not hungry. I can’t think straight at all... Miya rested her head on her palm, looking ahead at Kyran. “It won’t be much different than how we’ve been interacting lately, I think. But that doesn’t mean we, uh, shouldn’t try it,” she added, a bit of uncertainty wavering in her voice.
Kyran shrugged as he listened to Miya's suggestion. "I guess so." A few seconds passed by before Kyran cleared his throat and stood up, picking up his plate, which was now void of any trace of food, and Miya's, covering the latter in plastic wrap and setting it off to the side. He took up the rest of the foods on the table like the milk, orange juice, and cereals and placed them in their original location before walking to the sink, turning on the faucet. "I won't be long; if you want to leave, feel free, but if you'd rather stay longer, you can go ahead and relax on those couches in the living room." Once he was done talking, he picked up a sponge and began washing the dishes, using a metal scrub by the time he needed to clean the oily pans he had used earlier.
Miya frowned as he began cleaning off the dishes used for breakfast. “Well... I’ll take my leave then, I suppose,” she sighed, pushing out of her chair and standing up. She grabbed her phone and pushed the chair in, then heading over to the door to shove on her shoes and grab her bag. “Thanks for bringing me here last night. See you on Monday,” she said quietly, stepping out the door. Greeted by a chilly gust, Miya held a troubled expression as she navigated her way home. What the hell... that didn’t feel romantic at all! If anything, it felt more tense than before... Does this mean we’re actually dating now? Was that the right choice? Confusing thoughts drifted in and out of her mind as she opened her front door, dropping her bag by the entrance as she yanked her shoes off. Her face was still burning somewhat, though she didn’t look very pleased as she head upstairs, passing her brother who was heading down to the basement to work out.
Flopped out on her bed, Miya stared up at the ceiling and processed the morning events that occurred a couple dozen minutes ago. When she earned no reassurance that everything would turn out smoothly, she quietly groaned and flipped to her side, catching a glimpse of the rabbit on her dresser. A meek smile barely tugged at her lips.
Flopped out on her bed, Miya stared up at the ceiling and processed the morning events that occurred a couple dozen minutes ago. When she earned no reassurance that everything would turn out smoothly, she quietly groaned and flipped to her side, catching a glimpse of the rabbit on her dresser. A meek smile barely tugged at her lips.
Kyran nodded and called out over his shoulder, "No problem; take care." before continuing to wash the dishes. Once he was done, he wiped his hands with a paper towel and tossed it in the trash before heading upstairs. It was the weekend, so he didn't have any plans; if there was any place he occasionally needed to go, it was within comfortable walking distance. He flopped onto his bed and began scrolling through social media and playing games on his phone and doing other activities to pass the time.
The school week finally arrived, and Kyran was busy putting his backpack in his locker and taking out things needed for class. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a group of other guys messing around and causing a rowdy scene by throwing a football around in the middle of the hallway, but the former paid it no heed as he continued to tidy his things up. Suddenly, he noticed Miya walking past, and concurrently, one of the jocks messing around fumbled with the ball, and it flew through the hallway, set on a course for the unaware girl. Immediately dropping what he had been engaged in, Kyran lunged forward and stretched an arm out, catching the ball with one hand almost directly in front of Miya's face. The teen glared at the guys who had been throwing it around and chucked it back before warning, "I'd suggest you didn't throw that around here. Get to class." The group of teens' eyes widened as they quickly nodded and hustled to their respective first period, while Kyran turned to glance at Miya. "You okay?"
The school week finally arrived, and Kyran was busy putting his backpack in his locker and taking out things needed for class. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a group of other guys messing around and causing a rowdy scene by throwing a football around in the middle of the hallway, but the former paid it no heed as he continued to tidy his things up. Suddenly, he noticed Miya walking past, and concurrently, one of the jocks messing around fumbled with the ball, and it flew through the hallway, set on a course for the unaware girl. Immediately dropping what he had been engaged in, Kyran lunged forward and stretched an arm out, catching the ball with one hand almost directly in front of Miya's face. The teen glared at the guys who had been throwing it around and chucked it back before warning, "I'd suggest you didn't throw that around here. Get to class." The group of teens' eyes widened as they quickly nodded and hustled to their respective first period, while Kyran turned to glance at Miya. "You okay?"
Miya came to a surprised halt as Kyran’s arm shot out in front of her, catching the projectile that was heading straight for her. Eyes somewhat widened, she looked up at Kyran while he told the group of males behind them off. Her heart skipped a beat. Her face grew flushed, and she was filled with a mild panic as she quickly averted her gaze elsewhere while he asked if she was alright. “Yeah, perfectly fine, thank you,” she said quickly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Welp, gotta get to class.” Walking at a fast pace, Miya hugged her textbooks close to her chest, gaze angled down. What the heck what the heck what the heck- her thoughts were a jumbled mess as she stepped into her class, promptly dropping her books onto a seat near the back. As she sat down, she buried her reddened face in her arms. Why was that so attractive? Why now? My heart is beating so fast, what the heck... Is that what happens when you like someone?
While her thoughts jumped wildly around her mind, the rest of the day rolled along easily. Miya found herself seated at a table in the cafeteria with a group of her friends, each one of them telling stories about stupid things they’d been caught up in before. Miya paid little attention to them, instead playing with her food, but a snippet of one of their conversations brought a quick smile onto her face, then a chuckle. Usually monotonous, the action of laughter brought surprised looks onto the girl’s faces while she continued to giggle.
While her thoughts jumped wildly around her mind, the rest of the day rolled along easily. Miya found herself seated at a table in the cafeteria with a group of her friends, each one of them telling stories about stupid things they’d been caught up in before. Miya paid little attention to them, instead playing with her food, but a snippet of one of their conversations brought a quick smile onto her face, then a chuckle. Usually monotonous, the action of laughter brought surprised looks onto the girl’s faces while she continued to giggle.
Kyran, on the other hand, had been sitting with his own friends at a table behind Miya's, and although he had mainly kept to himself, he occasionally inserted small comments into the conversations between his friends. Suddenly, the sound of a warm laugh, caught his ear, and looking up, he noticed Miya giggling about something, probably a little joke or quip one of her friends had said. Watching her smile and laugh as she did the trademark "tuck-the-hair-behind-the-ear", Kyran felt a warm grin gently pull at the corners of his mouth. However, before it became too noticeable, the teen quickly let out a quiet cough and cleared his throat, redirecting his attention back to his food, though the slightest hint of pink touched his cheeks. He promptly polished off the rest of his lunch before discarding the trash and turning to exit the cafeteria. As he passed Miya's table, he ruffled his girlfriend's-- the term still felt foreign to him-- hair, saying, "I'll be in the classroom for next period if you need me." My God, what was that? Is that what a couple does every now and then? Also, what was that little ordeal over the giggle? I'm so bad at this stuff.
Miya jumped slightly as a hand came to ruffle her hair. She turned her head quickly to see Kyran, letting her know his whereabouts should she need him. Her face grew hot once again as he walked away. Running off a sudden impulse, Miya stood up and hurriedly tosses her own food in the trash, following his trail. At the table, her friends exchanged looks with raised eyebrows. Seeing as the lunch period wasn’t over yet, the rest of the classroom was scarce. Miya stood in the doorway of the room before approaching Kyran and tugging on his sleeve, her cheeks rosy with a bit of a glare on her face. “We should talk,” she said bluntly, turning around to head down the hall to a more private area should a student interrupt them. She turned into a dead end of the hall, crossing her arms as she waited for Kyran to stand ahead of her. Holy hell, what am I doing?
Kyran was definitely surprised to hear Miya's sudden request to talk--again-- but he quietly complied and followed her to her chosen location. Thinking he had a vague idea of what she could possibly be mad about this time, he began the conversation and started, "Alright, if this is about me ruffling your hair, I'm sorry. I'm just as new to this whole relationship thing as you are, so maybe I shouldn't have been as forward with that little gesture as I was." He was fairly certain that that lunch stunt was what Miya wanted to talk about, so Kyran finished his explanation and waited to hear Miya's opinion. Most likely, she would probably glare at him and hiss something about leaving her hair alone, considering her glare and blunt proposition to talk. If what he thought wasn't the case, Kyran hadn't the earthly idea what the problem was, so being in the dark as he was about this new situation, he continued to blink at the girl and wait for her response.
Miya let him finish apologizing as she clenched and unclenches her fists. Okay, here goes. Instead of making some retort about leaving her alone, Miya stood in her toes and placed a hand on Kyran’s shoulder gently, quickly kissing him on the cheek. She sank back immediately after, her face glowing with a flushed red as she looked to the side. “Don’t touch my hair, moron...” she said snappily. Knowing full well her action contradicted her words, Miya cleared her throat. “I’m... I’m willing to take this slowly. I really do like you, a lot,” she said hesitantly, choosing her words delicately while she continued to avoid any eye contact she could. However, she did slowly look up at him, awaiting a reaction that she hoped would be similar. Did I really do that? I’m not making any sense...
Ah. His premonition had been correct and wrong at the same time. Kyran blinked a few times in reaction to the sudden gesture of affection and watched as Miya's face was lit with a red hue. Mentally kicking himself out of his stupor, the teen shrugged and nodded in agreement. "Alright. We don't have to jump right into this whole dating thing anyway. We can just go at your own pace. To be completely honest, because I'm so inexperienced with all this, you can just go with it however you feel, and I'll work my way through it." That kind of response helps maintain a healthy relationship, right? Making your partner feel more secure about her feelings at the start of this whole thing? God, I hope so. I don't have a clue about what I'm doing. Kyran patted Miya's shoulder comfortingly in an effort to calm her down and decrease the concentration of red in her face. "I'll follow you, okay? Don't feel like you have to go any faster or any slower; just go about it in the way you're most comfortable."
Relieved to hear his answer, Miya smiled weakly and, on-brand, tucked her hair behind her ears. “Okay... thanks,” she sighed, glancing off to the side once again. “But don’t leave everything up to me, either,” she added, sneaking a glance and a small smile on her face. “We should get to class,” Miya murmured, resisting the urge to fan herself. However, by the time they returned to the now filled classroom, she had regained her calm composure that she so often had. When Miya stepped in, her friends quickly motioned for her to sit with them. She obliged, hesitantly taking a seat by them as she expected the worst. “What was that about?” one of them whispered fiercely at her, a sly smile on her face. The rest of the girls wore similar expressions, causing Miya to bring her fingers to her temples and sigh. “Nothing, I swear,” she said, but her cheeks tinted pink as she remembered the small but affectionate action she initiated.
After school, Miya waited near the door for Kyran to arrive as she zipped up her jacket. This is a dating thing, right? Walking home together? Only this time we won’t split from each other right away... Right?
After school, Miya waited near the door for Kyran to arrive as she zipped up her jacket. This is a dating thing, right? Walking home together? Only this time we won’t split from each other right away... Right?
Unfortunately, Kyran had just begun his walk home and could be seen just exiting the campus grounds. As he approached the exit, he continued to think about how he was going to handle the emotional commitment of the role he now had to play as a boyfriend. Being the overthinker that he so clearly was, he stressed over how he could keep Miya safe, whether or not he should kiss her goodbye, how to tell someone was hitting on her, being able to intervene without seeming overprotective, and much more that probably wasn't even necessary. Kyran had considered the broad statement, "follow your heart", but he definitely didn't trust himself to be completely dependent on his emotions. The teen kept walking as his mind continued to surge with an endless frenzy of scattered thoughts as to how in the world he would be able to handle everything.
After becoming suspicious of how she hadn’t seen him head towards the doors, Miya glanced around, peering outside. She frowned when she spotted Kyran already on his way out. Feeling discontentment bubble up in her, Miya muttered under her breath before shoving the door open and quickly hurrying after him. The cool air nipped at her face, stinging her eyes as she ran. She caught up with him and grabbed the back of his jacket, looking up at him with a disappointed look in her eyes. The weather gave off the impression that she was crying - nose red and eyes watery. Rubbing her nose, Miya asked dejectedly, “You don’t wanna walk home? You should’ve told me before you just left.” The blonde swiped at her eyes, brushing away the tears from the cold.
Kyran turned around to hear Miya speak behind him, and his eyes widened to see her demeanor. Red nose and watery eyes; she looked heartbroken, and Kyran's panic didn't stop his mind from thinking that it could have been from the cold temperature. He stuttered briefly--a first-- and raised his hands in apology. Frickfrickfrickfrick- "I-I'm sorry; I didn't know you felt so strongly about something like this. Do you want me to walk you home? It's rather cold outside; you shouldn't be going home all alone. Again, I'm really sorry." That could not have gone any worse. What an amazing start; I don't know how this is gonna end anymore.
Miya blinked a few times, staring up at her boyfriend with a puzzled look. “Um, well, I’m not super devastated or anything that you headed off on your own. I just would’ve liked for you to have told me...” she said, an eyebrow raising slightly. She wiped at her eyes once more. “Give me a second, the windchill made my eyes really watery,” she murmured before dropping her arms to her side and staring up at Kyran. “I was thinking we could walk home together - for real from now on. That’s okay... right?” Miya wasn’t sure on what to, well, do. Since they “dated” previously, the girl didn’t know if they were simply supposed to repeat their fake dates and interactions, or if there was something else they were missing. All she knew was that this was off to a pretty rocky start, and it was only the beginning of their real relationship.
Kyran finally realized that Miya's eyes were watery due to the weather, and he mentally slapped himself in the face before coming back to reality. "Oh, my bad. I was probably thinking something else. Anyway, that sounds good, but first, give me one second." With that, the teen dropped his backpack and took off his jacket, leaving him in a short sleeved tee and jeans in the cold. He removed Miya's backpack as well and draped his jacket over the girl. "You might catch a cold; who knows?" That works, right? That's something I should do, too, right? Once that was done, the two finally continued walking. Feeling the urge to strike up some conversation, Kyran spoke up, his breath coming out as fog against the chilly afternoon air. "So, how was school?"
“What? Hey, wait, I don’t need-” she protested, but he had already draped his coat over her. Oh, that is warmer... Miya glanced at him as he spoke, then looking back at the sidewalk as they walked along. “It was alright. My friends said something funny for the first time since third grade in the commons, so I found some humor,” she said, gripping her backpack straps as they continued travelling onward. “How was your day?” she returned, looking at him from her periphery. He’s probably cold, what the hell... She felt her cheeks growing warmer once again, so she opted not to look at him anymore. Probably not good for my health. Just looking at him makes me all spluttery and red. I’m not used to this at all... how do couples do this kinda stuff all the time?
“Same old, same old,” Kyran replied as he walked. “Finished all of my homework during class, so I don’t have anything to do at home.” From his own periphery, the teen caught Miya occasionally sneaking small glances at him as the two walked home. In case she might have been concerned about his current apparel in the cold of the winter, he assured her, “I’ll be fine. I always preferred colder seasons anyway, so this feels rather nice.” The two finally arrived at Miya’s house, and once Miya had returned his jacket to him, Kyran leaned forward and planted a small kiss on her cheek before walking away. “See you tomorrow. Don’t forget, we have volleyball practice after school.” Although at this point, his cheeks were red from facing the bite of the cold breeze, Kyran slung his jacket over his shoulder and began the walk home, seemingly unfazed by the icy temperature.
Miya flushed as he ambled back down the sidewalk to his own home, turning around to head inside after watching for a moment. Greeted with the cozier atmosphere of her home, Miya stepped out of her shoes and hung her jacket on the coat rack, mumbling incoherently to herself. Her brother stuck his head out of the kitchen, instantly teasing her with, “Was that your boyfriend? Oh, mom is gonna gush over you.” Miya exhaled sharply at her sibling. “Shut up. Tell your university to get off of break,” she said defensively, heading for the stairs with her bag. He shrugged, taunting her with, “You look awfully rosy!” Miya rolled her eyes, shutting her door loudly as reached her room. Quickly tossing herself onto her bed, she lay still for a few moments, a plethora of thoughts running through her mind. Sighing, she sat up, grabbed a book from her nightstand, and paid attention to nothing else.
Kyran had received a call from an old elementary school friend, and the two talked for a couple hours before the latter had to leave somewhere. The teen put his phone away and completed his workout regimen, and after a cold shower, he changed into a tank top and shorts before flopping onto bed and taking out a novel. After reading for another hour, he put it on his nightstand before turning off the lamp and drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, Kyran arrived at school and put his things in his locker before doing a quick scan of the hallway. The jocks from yesterday had heeded his advice, so there was no ball being thrown or students messing around. Miya wasn't anywhere to be seen, either. With that in consideration, the teen shrugged to himself and redirected his attention to his locker. I'm sure she'll be here soon enough. No need to be so worried about it.
The next morning, Kyran arrived at school and put his things in his locker before doing a quick scan of the hallway. The jocks from yesterday had heeded his advice, so there was no ball being thrown or students messing around. Miya wasn't anywhere to be seen, either. With that in consideration, the teen shrugged to himself and redirected his attention to his locker. I'm sure she'll be here soon enough. No need to be so worried about it.
Miya woke up a bit later than usual, drowsier than most mornings. She rubbed her eyes, dressed in a long-sleeved shirt and skirt, as well as tights as the temperature dropped. She put on her headband, ate a half-hearted breakfast, and head out for the walk to school.
Entering in, she made for her locker with a tired look in her eyes, grabbing her textbooks and closing the door. Heading down the hall, she brushed past Kyran with a small, “Good morning.” A weak smile was on her face before she continued down the hall, abruptly turning into her classroom and sitting down in her usual seat near the back. She tapped her nails aimlessly on the table, mind drifting about her usual dilemmas.
Entering in, she made for her locker with a tired look in her eyes, grabbing her textbooks and closing the door. Heading down the hall, she brushed past Kyran with a small, “Good morning.” A weak smile was on her face before she continued down the hall, abruptly turning into her classroom and sitting down in her usual seat near the back. She tapped her nails aimlessly on the table, mind drifting about her usual dilemmas.
Kyran nodded in response, a smile on his face as well. "Morning," he called out as Miya walked past. He gathered his things and made his way to his first period, where he took out his novel from earlier and continued to read until the school day began. The day went on rather quickly; Kyran sat with Miya at lunch and made some small talk, and he had quite gently put his arm around her shoulder, assuming that it was a common gesture from one partner to another. Soon, the school day was over, and the two made their way together to the gym for volleyball practice. Walking into the men's locker room, Kyran changed into a short sleeved shirt and sweatpants, and once practice began, the team went outside for a 4 lap jog around the school. Upon conclusion of the warm up, the team went back inside, and Kyran took a large sip from his bottle of water before slipping on his elbow and knee pads in preparation for the drills and exercises they would be doing soon.