kurona had been acting different.
you first noticed it when you, him and some other friends were taking a group selfie.
after you got home, you eagerly decided to take a look at the photos your friend had sent you.
kurona always had the brightest smile with his sharp teeth pushing his lower lip down in the cutest, most adorable way. but as you scrolled through the pictures, you realised he wasn't smiling whole–heartedly in even one of them.
i mean he was, just not the smile that reached his eyes, not the one that'd make you smile too, not the one you'd compliment the next time you saw him.
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the second time was when he stopped laughing at your jokes– not yours, everyone's.
you'd say the joke you had been saving up for him the entire day so nobody else would spoil it but he'd just– chuckle?
his chuckles were cute, really cute, even. but just a chuckle from the kurona that laughed at the dumbest things? something clearly had to be wrong with him.
you decided not to question it that day. gave him the benefit of doubt. what if the joke really was dumb?
that couldn't have been the case everytime, however.
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the third and the final time was when he stopped giving those small nibbles and random little bites on your skin.
you thought mabey you'd done something wrong, upset him in some kind of way. but you couldn't have– he still sent you those dumb little memes in the middle of the night, still occasionally slept on call with you, still tasted those horribly burnt cookies you made. so what was the problem?
“kurona!” you stopped him after his practice one day.
“hi hi” he waved.
“kurona, you listen to me right now,” your hands gripped his shoulders, rocking him gently.
he titled his head the slightest, nudging you to continue.
“why do you barely even smile nowadays, are you sick? why didn't you tell me?” your eyes shot up at his, your gaze burning through them as his expression remained blank.
“uhh, my teeth–”
your eyes widen, “what about them, kurona?”
“they are a bit weird weird”
“you take that back.”
“actually, they are really sharp, and look awkward when I smile.”
“i love your teeth!”
“you do, do?
“yeah, and uh– everybody else does too!”
“they are too spikey, they look od–” before he could finish, you pulled him closer by his training bag, closing the distance between the two of you as your lips met in a quick kiss.
his arm snakes around your waist, not exactly sure where to put them. you run your tounge through his sharp teeth that made you go weak in the knees everytime he opens his mouth.
you both pull away, breathless. heat rises to your face as you look away, embarrassed at the sudden act of boldness you just pulled.
“t–thank you, you” he breathes out.
“i love your teeth, and everything else about you. you are not saying anything negative about yourself ever again.”
“even about my toenails?” he laughed out, for real this time as pink dusted the tip of his ears.
“they're cute!”
a/n: to any of you that think any part of your body is imperfect, imperfect = im–perfect.
