Kissing Homare + in the moonlight + confession is the first one 👉👈 this man makes me soft
Pardon the delay, here’s a rather dramatic confession from this poet! 🤧
in moonshine- hence let us meet,
You stared at the scrawled cursive in your hand, trying to figure out what the heck any of it was even supposed to mean. It was a haiku. From Homare? It had to be from Homare, right? There’s no one else who would do this.
Trying to recall every conversation you’ve ever had with him and his general mannerisms, you came to the conclusion that he wanted to speak with you and that it was important. What could be so urgent that he had to tell you so close to midnight?
You decided not to think too hard about Homare’s questionable motivations and swiftly put on a coat. He should be around here somewhere, he slipped the poem through your door after all.
Almost as soon as you stepped out the door, a cough was heard to your left. “It seems that you’ve finally decided to grace me with your supportive vision! An intelligent decision~”
“Yes, well, I read your... message so I thought it would be best to come find you.” You explained, a bit tiredly. His voice was as loud as it was refreshing but you still would rather be inside a warm bed instead of the standing in the cold outdoors.
“Of course, of course, my dear! My memorandum to you contains the subtle context of what I needed to desperately discuss with you after all.” Homare bragged, placing his hand dramatically against his chest.
“It did?” You said more than you actually asked.
“I do not blame you for not understanding, such is the woe of a non-genius.” He tittered. Homare cleared his throat and finally looked you in the eye, his face changing into a more serious expression.
“However, I’ve recently have been at a lost for words, speaking wise. Especially when it comes to my own feelings about you.” He began. Feelings? About you?
“Literary arts have always been my strong suit, I pride myself on the amount of inspiration I carry with me. That all seems to vanish completely when I try expressing around you, truthfully I’ve been... shying away.” Homare considered, speaking like he was admitting this much to himself as well to you.
“S-Shying- wait, is this- are you confess-?” You stuttered, your cheeks significantly warmer. You tried in vain to rationalize what he was talking about.
“So!” He interrupted. “After careful consideration, I’ve to decided to let my actions speak, in the romantic sense!” Homare chuckled slightly, taking a step closer, neatly pressing you against a wall. His gloved hand brushed over your neck, making you shiver for multiple reasons. He took your chin with his thumb.
“... Forgive me for not having a rose.” Homare murmured. His reddish eyes were glinting, they were just as beautiful as any flower. The moonlight framed his face, surpisingly handsome to most.
Your eyelids shut as soon as his mouth met yours softly, a true gentleman as always. Homare made a humming sound in his throat. The noise reminded you of what kind of weirdness spilled from those lips on a daily basis.
And yet, you never minded, and you never will.
the mouth of our hearts connect,