“kiss at midnight ! // accepting !@tenebroum
the sky was lit up. the world shimmering in different colors as the countdown in the background faded. hands gently intertwined with the other’s.
❝ new year, huh ? guess that means a fresh new start. a new time. ❞ seconds pass as fingers tighten, almost as if he needs the steadiness for the wavering future that seemed to stretch out before him. it made him fearful, nervous, but excitement still bubbled there. the fear of the unknown matched with the will of change.
another moment’s pass, ❝ ok, that was kind of cheesy, i admit. ❞ flashes of explosions and sparks of fireworks above would illuminate the world around them. the balcony being secluded as the party behind watched the ball drop.
the sudden urge to lean down to the other’s level shook him, eyes flickering over to watch the other’s own gaze at the sky. smiling at any sign of enjoyment or awe that may be there. being caught, he would flush, clear his throat slightly as he almost nervously starts to tap his fingers against his arm.
he adored tokoyami. the sudden thought hit him like a punch to the gut. not many people could get under his skin like that, make him smile and laugh in the way that the other has. as he held the other’s hand tight, shinsou quickly realized that he didn’t want to let go. that he didn’t want to leave the other’s side. he wanted to face the future, and face whatever may come at them hand in hand.
love ? a silly word, a word that had lost meaning to him many years ago, but for some reason – in this moment. sparked a whole new warmth in his chest. a nervousness and shaky feeling that he hadn’t experienced prior. shinsou was someone who thought actions through. didn’t act before thinking through possible consequences. now, he didn’t have time to think – well, he had approximately three seconds to think.
he moved without thinking, crouching as his hand settles at the side of the other’s features. a gentle press of lips to the other’s beak. awkward at first, but weren’t all first kisses ? a moment’s pause, before he’s pulling away, slowly changing into a darker shade as the moment’s pass.
❝ sorry, i, uh, wasn’t thinking. i hope that was … ok ? ❞
awkward laughter as the shouts of the new year were played as background music, fingers quietly moving to hold the other’s hand once more, interlocking fingers just lose enough to hang together.