do you want me, do you want me too?

[melocoton]

THE CONFESSION MEME.

i really, really, really like you! and now it's time to say so, just in time for valentine's day. how will you confess your feelings? through a letter in a shoe locker? face to face? with an "check box if you like me" note? the possibilities are endless!!

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[pronounces]

Ehe-mm. [ his laugh cuts off when shu reaches to take his chin, and nazuna's heart leaps in his chest, confused and erratic like a fluttering bird. his feelings towards shu have always been complicated, and having him this close is no exception to that rule, but now, they err away from the guilty and depressed to the happier, fonder--to the warmth he felt the first day shu looked at him and asked him to form valkyrie with him. to find their own valhalla.

nazuna's big, giggly smile slowly melts down to something softer, fonder. he teases, just a little, and the warmth stays in his tone. ] They're happy tears, Itsuki, it's okay.

[ because that's what happens when you laugh, when you get to feel emotions. he lets shu stay close as he dabs at his eyes, too, and lets the warmth slowly fill up his chest, his stomach, down to the tingly tips of his fingers. he flushes with the praise, and the want of this relationship, the days when it was just the two of them, almost knocks him off of his feet. ]

Can you wait until White Day? [ he starts, and then starts to babble, just a little -- ] Caushe, 'm gonna return sheh favor, y'know, shoon ash I can--mine wont be ash good ash yours, but--

[ he sucks in a breath, quick, trying to force himself to stop stuttering, to let that welled up feeling of joy leak out just a little, slowly but surely. ] But I. I accept them. I definitely do.

[ and not just the chocolates. ]

[handcraftings]

[ it doesn't stop being awkward, not when he still feels stiff and out of his depth, still captivated by the light in nazuna's smile, his motions tender, softer, drying his tears - it didn't matter whether they were happy tears or not, the last thing shu wanted to do was to make nazuna cry.

there's a lot of things that he wants to say, really, but it doesn't stop him from feeling like his heart is still stuck in his throat even when he does a pretty good job (in his opinion, obviously) of not letting himself get too affected when he folds back the handkerchief so that he can hold it loosely in his palm once he lets go of nazuna's chin.

because it's more than just a confession, not when shu has been in love with nazuna for the longest time. not when shu still feels lingering traces of bitter regret when nazuna smiles - bitter regret that he's crossed the line one too many times, that he had not listened, that valkyrie could have been salvaged and he could have proven that nazuna was meant to stand with him at the peak.

to be honest, this still feels like a dream.

especially when he hears nazuna's response, and it takes him a moment to actually register it, and shu does what any reasonable eighteen-year-old would do when their crush says they like you back. ]

I. Of course, I-- I don't mind waiting, I'll wait for you until the end of time, even, Nito--

[ ok, maybe not so reasonable. that was definitely a case of open mouth, insert foot. ]

[pronounces]

[ nazuna ends up flushing even redder when shu starts--well, being shu. how can you blame him? after all, when they were first years, shu never shut up about how beautiful he was (even called them partners, in the most absurdly lovestruck voice nazuna had ever heard in his life), and things crested to a point where it was downright unhealthy. they crashed--violently--but nazuna rose out of it like a phoenix, and today, he's returned to where he started.

not as a doll, not as a puppet, not as something to be put in a museum. just as nazuna nito, a human, with a beating heart.

it's a heart that's found its place back here in this handicrafts room, with shu, who once felt like a great, untouchable god, and now feels like a high school student. with graduation looming, they stand here together. awkward, fumbling, but together.

he gets flustered, then lifts both of his hands up to cover his mouth. they're small, and he doesn't shove, but. ] Stop, stop, jeesh! Don't make it weird!

[ but, after his embarrassed protest, nazuna lets his hands drop--but only a little. they shift to his cheeks, and he leaves them there, and feels the distinct desire to kiss him.

...he won't, though. not yet. instead, he just sighs, exasperated, but a little fond. it reads in his eyes, too, pink and warm and soft. ] That... doesn't mean we can't--I don't want to wait that long. That's just--I'll make you chocolates.

[ at this point, nazuna is scarlet, and his gaze flicks away, embarrassed. hopefully he'll get the gist. ]