trickcard:
– You watch as he takes the candy from you, setting it off to the side. Your chest is tight, because as much as you believe he’s not really upset with you he also isn’t saying anything. Then, he takes the stuffed bear and does the same, only this time he’s moving further away. It’s enough to have you swallowing with nerves, to keep you on your toes. You’d expect a wisecrack from him, but the silence? That isn’t usual.
Then he’s caging your head in his hands, and it’s everything you can do not to release the breath you were holding in all at once. You struggle to figure out where your hands should go, and eventually you give in and cling onto his sides. By the end you’re just hugging onto him.
You blink your eyes open, slowly exhaling. He finally throws that barb in, and of course it’s a damn good one. Of course he’s smiling like that. You actually flush. What an asshole.
“You don’t know that,” you say.
“I’ve been through a lot in the last twenty minutes.”
You flop your head in his shoulder, careful not to headbutt him with your stupid plastic horns. You’ve done enough damage already.
He blushes and it’s satisfying, even as you recover from the cotton clouding your thoughts. Then he flops his head against you. Mutters something about how he’s been through a lot in the past twenty minutes. You laugh.
“Haha, of course, of course. Your life must be so difficult.” You’re teasing, of course, and you wrap your arms around him in turn, closing your eyes and resting your head against his.
It’s nice like this. Warm. You can acutely feel the thudding in your chest, but you go out of your way to make your breathing sound even. You try very consciously not to squeeze him harder than is appropriate.
He came back to see you.
He wanted to.
He wanted to a lot.
You don’t want to let go. You know you can’t stand here forever. You don’t want to seem desperate for contact, but...
It’d be a blatant lie if you tried to claim that that stupid Valentine’s “party” wasn’t painful. You’re grateful for the chance to be alone with him, to be able to be close without causing strife. Theoretically, you can relax now. Theoretically, the two of you can do whatever you want without worry.
Theoretically.
In actuality, there’s still a part of you that’s nervous. There’s still a part that’s hesitant. You don’t want to scare him away. You don’t want to be too much too quickly.
You don’t release him, but you hold him loosely so he can pull away whenever he wants.
“Well... Since it appears we both have the day free. What should we do?”










