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Sometimes, between the threads that bind the fine line dividing what one abhors from what one longs for, there are gaps — small paradoxes that lead you to crave what once was unbearable. Openings in which, gradually, hatred fades and new love blossoms.
It took a while for the two of you, stubborn and reluctant to change. Neither of you wanted to acknowledge the ever-growing tug of your heartstrings, the blood pumping in your ears whenever your eyes met. You fought, searched frantically for the slightest inkling of dislike for each other, something to put a name to the heaviness in your chests — a glimmer of hatred that may have never been there.
Soon, amidst fleeting brushes and stolen glances, exasperation blended into worry, heated arguments turned into lame attempts to capture each other’s attention. It became harder and harder to ignore the pleasant flutter brought by the mere thought of the other, let alone remember what set you apart.
You would’ve never fathomed that beneath a thick layer of stoicism and a mop of spiky hair, laid the man whose hands envelop your face in search for the faintest trace of a scratch, ignoring his own; whose touch leaves a trail of tingles blazing your skin; whose voice lulls you to sleep when the night becomes too hard to bear; whose eyes —alluring pools of the deepest azure— still manage to bring your heart rate up to 110 beats per minute.
“You okay?” It’s a simple question — one he has asked far too many times. But it still stretches a smile on your lips, because now it has the same ring of an “i love you”.
“Yeah,” You whisper, tracing patterns on the tender area under his ribs, wondering how in the hell did you find someone like Megumi Fushiguro, “I am.”