Things had been far from what he had dreamed, from the moment he had confessed his love for the one he’d only met once it seemed his world had been turned upside down. Part of him felt guilty, guilty for what he had caused, for what him expressing his feelings had caused, when all he had hoped was to see him once again. Mikio didn’t deserve the harassment he’d received, and it caused Clear to start to rethink many things in his life, including his career. He had wished all the best to him and his sister, and now had caused so many problems. He stood there, eyes looking at the one he loved, worry, shame, love, a conflict of emotions racing through his body with speed. His mind was only pulled from thought when he felt himself being moved, back colliding with the couch as Mikio remained atop him. The situation caused a blush to appear, their position was probably out of anger from the other, but to Clear, he reacted in a completely different way. Forcing himself to resist sudden urges, eyes resting on those he’d been dying to see again and then slowly, he closed the gap. Lips gently brushing over Mikio’s, he’d dreamt of what they would feel like, and yet reality was so much better than dream. Sparks shot through him, stomach filled once again with excitement, and he couldn’t help but press his lips fully on the others. He had fallen, he had fallen hard, and he still didn’t know if this was a good idea, or if it was simply best for him to leave and never wander back into the others life.
The moment it happened, Mikio knew his life wasn't going to remain normal anymore. He knew he would be looked upon differently, and he even partially expected the abuse he received. Anger had filled him, bitter anger toward the man that had confessed on worldwide television. Now, here he stood, in front of the man he felt that anger toward. Mikio opened his mouth, ready to release a barrage of questions and angered words to the celebrity, yet nothing came out. His hands only balled into fists and his head hung low, his teeth grinding against each other. He couldn't bring himself to yell at Clear. A part of him held him back. But he had to do something. Something to express his anger, let Clear know just how much his life had been ruined. So he had reached forward, shoving Clear onto the couch and falling on top of him. His lip trembled furiously, showing he was ready to cry. He wanted to yell, but he just couldn't. Mikio lowered his head slightly, readying to hide it in Clear's shoulder so that the male didn't see him cry over everything that happened. Yet when he lowered his head, Clear brushed against his lips. A bright blush spread across his face and he froze for a split second, eyes widening. A whisper came from Mikio, and he simply uttered Clear's name, in a tone that was mixed with emotions. Anger, confusion, shame, embarrassment, so many things that Mikio felt. When Clear's lips were fully on his own, he relaxed, relishing in the feel of their lips touching. This was wrong, for Clear and for himself he knew, but he culdn't stop himself. He couldn't pull away from the loving kiss Clear gave him.
