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Fern sighed as the last student left the classroom, rubbing their temples as they leaned back against their desk. A familiar cheerful step had echoed through the room, and Fern knew its owner was sporting adorably ugly red glasses.
“How were your darling angels today?” Arcade asked, a smile detectable in his voice.
Fern moved their hands from their face to their desk, supporting themself on it.
“Not terrible,” they said, leaning back slightly as they spoke. “But by no means were they good.”
Arcade giggled as he wrapped his arm around his fiancé’s hip, pulling them in closer. “‘Not terrible?’” he asked with a smirk. “High praise coming from Professor Grump.”
Fern made a show of huffing loudly, miserably failing to cover the large smile cracking through their pursed lips. They didn’t know it was possible to love someone so much, yet the love they felt for the man before them made them feel magnetized. If Arcade was the moon, Fern was the sea being pulled to him like a permanent high tide. Fern gently cupped Arcade’s cheek, pulling his face to their level.
“You know you love it,” they said sarcastically.
“Ah, but I don’t…” he trailed off slightly, waiting for Fern’s impatience to be visible on their face. It didn’t take long.
“Well clearly something made you stay for this long,” they said in mock annoyance.
“Not telling you what it is~”
Fern noted that the tone in his voice was mirthful. Evil.
“You really are annoying sometimes, Ilao,” they replied in actual annoyance before kissing him softly. “You do know that I love you, though.”
It was hilarious to Fern that Arcade still pinked sometimes, even after the years it had been since they started dating. He was, in fact, pink yet again.
“You can't just say something like that!” he hissed.
“Yes, I totally can and will,” Fern promised, pecking him on the cheek. It was absolutely payback, they wouldn’t deny it.
“But why,” he groaned in dismay.
“Because it’s true. I love you. I want you to know that,” their voice had a genuine tone to it, contrasting to the joking one they held mere minutes before.
Arcade turned red. Actually turned red. He leaned over and buried his face into Fern’s neck, warm breath tracing their collar bones in a delightfully snuggly way.
“I love you too, Fern.”