This is the first thing I ever wrote and posted on AO3 back in May. So it has a special place for me. Short and sweet.
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396 words.
Feelings…
Walking to his apartment with you by his side makes his day brighter and you don’t even know it. Autumn weather kissing any bit of skin it can reach. The streets are filled with people talking, children playing. The smell of coffee and hot chocolate is everywhere. Lucky for him you already had his hot chocolate in hand. You spoil him, he thinks. You always take care of him even when he’s been annoying towards you. He lived for the little pout you made every time you told him to shut up. He can’t help himself sometimes.
After tiring days like today, he always found himself looking up your contact and calling you.
Every time he felt the crushing weight of the world being too much, he searched for you. He doesn’t know how or when it started, the comforting feeling you give him. You feel like home, you feel like a place his soul knows, he can’t explain from when or where. But it’s as if you two had known each other in lifetimes before.
The line between being friends or something more has been blurred for some time now. He can’t voice what he feels -what you make him feel. The fear of his desires becoming real are too much for him. He doesn’t think he deserves you, the world is an ugly place and he spends most of his time trying to fix it and make it better for others. For people like you.
“Hey, Satoru” your singsong voice shakes him out of his thoughts.
“I know thoughts can be loud sometimes, so loud you drown everything else out. So tell me what’s been on your mind. Something has you distracted, you keep drifting off in the middle of our conversation” you say smiling at him.
He always thought of himself as someone who can mask his feelings easily. Having a loud personality, acting childish at times. But you can look right thru him. You never push him to voice things if he isn’t ready. You always give him reassurance and comforting words. He may not look like it, but feels and he feels deeply.
He wants to kiss you he thinks to himself while looking at you. The way the last rays of sunlight hits your skin make you look ethereal in his eyes.
“It’s nothing,” - he says “I’m fine.” He smiles.