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5. THE PECK
They sit across each other on the park’s grass, Kise fiddling with his earring while watching Midorima tape the fingers of his left hand, wrapping precisely and cautiously— fate dusted over the tips of each finger and stardust trapped under each nail.
Tutoring, that’s what he had asked of him (begged of him really; palms pressed together in pleading and head tilted in innocence while he had twisted babydoll lips into a pout, a ‘please’ hanging off the tip of his tongue), but instead, the afternoon brought summer heat and sweat pooling in the dip of his collarbone— arms pulled behind his head when he falls back into the grass with a sigh.
He’s twenty different levels of persuasion and procrastination wrapped up into a blonde whirlwind, idle chatter that distracts and forces Midorima to retreat back into himself, frown tugging at the corners of his mouth and drawing laughter from the base of Kise’s throat.
Sits up suddenly, saying, “Hey, you know if you keep making that face, it’ll stay like that forever, right? So, we should probably fix that, huh?”
Leans in, fingertips teasing the curvature of Midorima’s jaw and gentle laughter coming in peals when he presses his lips to Midorima’s cheek and paints his cheeks rosy (feels the heat against his lips and watches Midorima’s frown fall instantly, turning into something less disgusted and more confused— embarrassed).
“Ahh, see! Much better, right?”
Smiles, bright like a brimming halo, and watches heaven’s reign take hold round Midorima’s heart.
