‘ and for a second, just for a second, i forgot. i forgot that this isn’t real. ’
to all the boys i’ve loved before sentence starters. / accepting !
this had become CLOCKWORK; he’d use a flirtatious line on her, she’d show no reaction, and he’d find himself red-faced and flustered. never had chitanda eru ever fallen for his honeyed lies. this time, though … it’d gotten too close to reality. the practiced lines felt true leaving his lips, his gaze earnest. and, for once, chitanda reacted. his pulse jumps at her admission.
mikoto’s mind draws a BLANK. the silence stretches on between them; he struggles to fill it. then a breath expels from his lungs, and he leans back, creating DISTANCE between them. eyes trained on a spot above her shoulder, he laughs. it sounds weak to his ears. ❛ is that so ? i must be getting better at this then ! ❜
yes, it’s best to write it off. to pretend it wasn’t real. after all, what could a boy hidden behind masks possibly offer a girl like chitanda eru ?