he startles, just a bit, the gentle brush of fingers against his skin unexpected. chestnut eyes search kisumi’s pretty features, desperate to understand the meaning behind actions. despite himself, he leans into the touch, allows himself to appreciate it just for a moment.
kisumi’s words, however, have him stiffening imperceptibly, searching his face to confirm honesty. he can’t tell. kisumi’s always been a bit harder for him to read, though he couldn’t for the life of him tell why.
he reaches up, hesitant, curls his fingers around the hand on his cheek. breath hitches painfully in his throat, the sting of tears distorting his sight.
so kisumi’s got him figured out, huh..
❝ don’t… please.. please don’t make fun of me… ❞
a sting of confusion flowed through his features, why would he make fun of hi-- oh. it all seemed so clear now, the gentle touches, the looks that sometimes crossed chocolate brown eyes.. he understood now. after a moment of hesitance, he let their fingers link together. what could go wrong right? -- a lot, his traiturous mind supplied -- if he didn’t act now.. he might not get another chance ever again.
with a shaky smile and a gentle shake of his head, he gently squeezed the fragile hand he was currently holding.
“i.. i’m not. i don’t know how to say this but.. i actually do like you..”
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