Request by: ☆ @sosorapha ☆
• He's way of showing love is very indirect. Whenever he hears you talking about something you wanted, he would do everything in his power tl give it to you te next day with the excuse of "Oh this? Nah, i found it on the way here.. Nothing important"
• Everytime you compliment him, even in the smallest way; he blushes, he can't hide it not even if he tries. His cheeks blush as he looks away, it's embarrasing, even if he takes it with an "I know" comment; his heartbeats fasten as he couldn't imagine.
• Let's be real for a second, this man knows how to sing! And that is yout main reson to sing with him. Imagine singing a duet with him, but, then he stops, and you are the only one singing; when the song finishes and you ask him why did he stop, he would look away and mumble something you couldn't quite catch. He wouldn't admit it but, he got entranced by you; his eyes never left you, it was like if watching you song was something...magical, only for him...
•He never talks about his past. For him, talking about it it's like letting himself be seen vulnerable, and of course, he can't allow that. The first time you ever asked him about it he just stayed silent, he couldn't say anything, couldn't even let go an angry remark. He just, stayed there, silent. When you assured him that he didn't have to tell you right away, a weight in his chest vanished, your words were the ones he needed. His eyes couldn't but to look at you fpr a second.. were you always this beatiful?
- " I'm sorry, all of our puddings were taken minutes ago " -
What great way to start the day. You didn't remember that today was tuesday! and when you did, it was too late. Every table in the cafeteria had their plates of the delicious dessert, even some of them had more tham 1 ! But instead of complain, you sighed and just nodded, accepting your fate.
That was until you felt a fainted touch on the shoulder. When your head turned, a plate was straight in your face; something sweet, like caramel and radiant.. It was.. PUDDING! But who..?
It was none other than the king of pudding, the one who mever missed one and even got first every time. His eyes weren't on you, they were far awsu from you; his hand wagged the pudding slightly, like trying to attract your attention.
- " I didn't saw you here so i tought i would kept one for you " - His voice was shaky, low as a mumble, trying to not let everyone hear what was he saying.
- " Are you going to take it or what? I already ate mine so.. don't maje this more awkward than it already is " -
He felt cheeky, too cheeky; afterall, he never gave his pudding to someone. He never watched carefully to see if someone already was around to take one. He never skipped one so someone could have it. But you aren't just someone...
