[ nazuna can see it happening before it even happens, because he's imagined this moment in his life a thousand times. no matter how many times he's thought about it, though, the places where he could do it, how he'd feel when it was happening, how shu's mouth might feel on his--
but nothing compares to the actual moment itself.
nazuna has liked shu for so long, it's hard to remember a time when he didn't, but he's never entertained shu liking him back. after all, shu is--a genius. intelligent, graceful, beautiful, clever, creative. he can be eccentric, sure, but he's earned every accolade he's ever gotten as much as he's earned nazuna's love and affection. nazuna started to like him the first time he saw him dance; he fell in love with him when he asked to text him outside of work, just a little awkward, the sweetness making his twelve-year-old chest ache.
but nazuna's... nazuna. he's plain, fading into the background like a dancer dressed in black. he never even thought someone like shu--a star, a supernova now--could have ever felt the same way as him, and yet.
and yet, almost ten years later, here they are now.
his mouth is soft, and the kiss is quick, but the dam breaks. nazuna's moving before his brain properly processes what he's doing, as if learning a complicated choreography step by watching it once. he doesn't shoot up, but he leans forward to kiss him again, this time surely on his mouth, tilting his head to make the angle just right. he's wanted this for so long that the urge to rush has to be forcibly tampered down; if he had a free hand, he'd be cupping his cheeks, trying to hold it close.
instead, his hand squeezes in his again. this is his shu. not the puppet master, the terrifying man with the strings of the marionette. the kiss breaks, soft, and he mouths against his lips, forming words for just a moment before he speaks, just loud enough for the two of them to hear. ] I love you, [ nazuna says, because he can't wait anymore, because three years of silence never stopped how he felt, and neither could a nightmare. because nazuna is emotional, because he thinks his traitorous tongue is going to fail him the very second they pull away-- ] Itsuki, I love you.
[ the third one's almost a whisper, with a kiss pressed between phrases, again, his hand held tight in his. ]
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but nothing compares to the actual moment itself.
nazuna has liked shu for so long, it's hard to remember a time when he didn't, but he's never entertained shu liking him back. after all, shu is--a genius. intelligent, graceful, beautiful, clever, creative. he can be eccentric, sure, but he's earned every accolade he's ever gotten as much as he's earned nazuna's love and affection. nazuna started to like him the first time he saw him dance; he fell in love with him when he asked to text him outside of work, just a little awkward, the sweetness making his twelve-year-old chest ache.
but nazuna's... nazuna. he's plain, fading into the background like a dancer dressed in black. he never even thought someone like shu--a star, a supernova now--could have ever felt the same way as him, and yet.
and yet, almost ten years later, here they are now.
his mouth is soft, and the kiss is quick, but the dam breaks. nazuna's moving before his brain properly processes what he's doing, as if learning a complicated choreography step by watching it once. he doesn't shoot up, but he leans forward to kiss him again, this time surely on his mouth, tilting his head to make the angle just right. he's wanted this for so long that the urge to rush has to be forcibly tampered down; if he had a free hand, he'd be cupping his cheeks, trying to hold it close.
instead, his hand squeezes in his again. this is his shu. not the puppet master, the terrifying man with the strings of the marionette. the kiss breaks, soft, and he mouths against his lips, forming words for just a moment before he speaks, just loud enough for the two of them to hear. ] I love you, [ nazuna says, because he can't wait anymore, because three years of silence never stopped how he felt, and neither could a nightmare. because nazuna is emotional, because he thinks his traitorous tongue is going to fail him the very second they pull away-- ] Itsuki, I love you.
[ the third one's almost a whisper, with a kiss pressed between phrases, again, his hand held tight in his. ]