Bonten Sanzu. An Objective Fact of the Universe.
(300 words)
Your favorite pink-haired menace loves you.
Sanzu, who noticed he'd fallen for you months before you ever did. He never bothered denying it. Denial wastes time.
Sanzu, who already knows your coffee order, your work schedule, and which konbini you stop at after a bad day.
Sanzu, who isn't jealous. Jealousy implies uncertainty. He just doesn't think the person flirting with you has good survival instincts.
Sanzu, who quietly moves your hand away from a hot coffee mug because you'll burn yourself. He calls you an idiot while he's doing it.
Sanzu, who stares for a second too long whenever you laugh. He catches himself every time. You never do.
Sanzu, who tells everyone you're annoying. The fact that you're sitting beside him while he says it tells a completely different story.
Sanzu, who doesn't ask if you'll stay the night. He just hands you one of his shirts and goes to set up coffee for two for in the morning.
Sanzu, who isn't awkward. He isn't confused. He isn't wondering if he should act. He decided you're his person, and from that moment onward he behaves as though it's an objective fact of the universe.
Sanzu, who quietly rearranges his life to include you, then acts as though that's the most logical thing anyone has ever done.
Sanzu, who has a drawer in his penthouse full of your things. He never asked if you wanted one. It seemed inefficient not to.
Sanzu, who never actually asked you out. He started including you in his plans until one day someone referred to you as his partner.
Sanzu, who doesn't understand why everyone keeps asking if the two of you are dating. You sleep at his penthouse three nights a week. He thought the answer was obvious.
Sanzu, who has never once questioned whether he loves you. The only question was when you were going to catch up.
