@brningboy asked: you don’t have to stay with me.
He was on top of her, hands planted on either side of heart - shaped visage, and Yukako wanted nothing more than to look at him, and to look at him some more. HE WAS SO HANDSOME ( It grew harder for her to resist the urge to cup temperate cheeks of the half - hot / half - cold hero - in - training and pamper him with the affectionate kisses one would give to a lover! ). To their right, there was an alarm clock perched atop her nightstand, next to a lit lamp, next to her charging phone. Should she wish to advert her gaze / break eye contact, Yukako could watch the time tick by, to truly see each minute that was spent solidifying the sharp air around them… and it was a bit nerve wracking! Expectant eyes showered in the fairest of violets / fringed with the prettiest lashes stayed fixated on him, dainty hands holding onto eachother atop clad chest like a damsel in distress…!
It was Shouto who chose to end the silence with a hopeless ‘ YOU DON’T HAVE TO STAY WITH ME ’, and truthfully, Yukako wished it fell on deaf ears as she made it seem. Half - lidded hues widen and lips part slightly, a softly dumbfounded look drawn across breathtaking visage. Utterly speechless Yukako was at Shouto’s delivery / demeanor, that failed to stray from the lying area. Lithesome digits slowly unfurled, tentatively advancing up Shouto’s arms until they reached his shoulders. Lightly squeezed / caressed. “ Shouto… ” A breathless plea for him to retract his statement, to tell her that what he was suggesting was a common jest ( that she would quickly reply with a worried ‘ that wasn’t funny! ’ ).
Pressure applied and the strength was mustered to roll from beneath him to turn the tables, now, it was Yukako who hovered over / straddled atop him, casting a shadow to the eyes that, in spite of their oddity, have grown to be dear to her heart. THEY LOOK SO SAD… They look so sad, and yet, they’re still able to disturb her universe. A purse of full lips was to be seen, dejection present. Palms still stationed themselves on his shoulders, one chose to abandon post in favor of grabbing his wrist, guiding his open hand to her heart.
“ Shouto… ” Yukako called his name again, this time a small burst of warm vigor claiming soft tonality, “ Can you feel it?… My beating heart?… I’ve never quite learned to quiet it, but… ” Cue the moment - lasting display of a small quirk of lips, disrupted only by the continuation of speech. “ I AM MEANT FOR YOU, and you are meant for me. Do you understand?… Our hearts are not made to live far apart… ” Somewhere along the lines, each soft inhale / exhale began to bring along feeling of tearful dread. Violets glazed over with that exact sadness, tears threatening to flow. “ Right here is where I want to be… anywhere else, and I wouldn’t be happy, Shouto… Do you understand? ”