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Mika was currently in a predicament. He had easily agreed when Shu asked him to accompany him to an event that his university was hosting, as his boyfriend , which still managed to fluster Mika even after months of them dating.
Accompanying Shu to an event wasn’t the issue though. Neither of them were particularly fond of socializing, so they spent majority of the evening talking amongst themselves, with Shu occasionally translating a few questions directed at Mika. Mika wasn’t really familiar with anyone, but everyone seemed nice enough to alleviate most of his anxiety.
So no, Shu’s classmates weren’t the issue. The problem laid in Shu, who had been drinking wine the entire evening to avoid having to socialize too much. One glass had turned into two, and two into three, and before Mika knew it, Shu was more than a little bit tipsy and pushing him into an empty room devoid of any prying eyes.
Shu’s arms were tightly wrapped around him, which made attempting to lock the door a struggle. The kisses being left on his neck didn’t help either, and he desperately hoped that no one saw them leave.
“ Oshi-san! S-Someone’s gonna walk ‘n! Ngh, let me lock the door at least... “
Shu’s grip didn’t loosen up, and Mika sighed as he tried to figure out how the lock worked. “ Oshi-san… “
“ Non ! I do not care, let them walk in! You are a work of art, a rare gem in the sea of those tainted by their imperfections... It would be unfair of me to keep your beauty all to myself. “
“ Oshi-san ! “
Mika’s face was bright red and he was torn between feeling extremely embarrassed and extremely endeared by Shu’s honesty. Shu had started complimenting him back in high school, so he’s had time to get used to the praise, but there was some serious difference between Shu praising him for a job well done and Shu essentially waxing poetry about him while completely intoxicated.
“ There is nothing for you to lose your mind over, honestly . Have I really been so negligent that you squirm at the mere mention of my affection towards you? “
“ ‘s not that… I-It’s just embarrassin’! ‘Nd y’ere d-drunk so ya can’t mean all ‘f that! “
“ Hmph, of course you would think that. I see that I’ve been an inadequate lover, so I shall make up for any and all of my past wrong-doings by expressing the depth of my affection to you right this instant. “
“ 'ngh, I only got half ‘f that, but ya really dont hafta do anythin’? Wait- “
Mika rejoiced as he finally heard the door’s lock screw shut, and before he could do much else, he was knocked off his feet and pushed down to the nearby sofa.
“ U-Uhm? Oshi- “
“ Shhh… “ Mika’s blush only worsened as Shu hushed him, and his face burnt even brighter as Shu’s fingers spread across his cheeks to cup his face. He couldn’t look Shu in the eyes on a regular day, and suddenly having Shu gaze at him with the most undeniably tender and loving look in his eyes was proving to be too much for Mika's poor, weak heart.
“ I still manage to be captivated by them no matter how much I look into them… “
“ By w-what? “
“ Your eyes, of course. “ Mika shivered slightly as Shu’s fingers moved across his face. “ It’s as if I’m diving into the depth of the ocean before being pulled back by the rays of sun. I can never properly replicate them in my artwork, no matter how closely the colors match. How truly frustrating… “
“ Oshi-san… “
“ ...I never tire of looking at you, you know? You admire me so much, hold me to a pedestal, and yet here I am, stuck watching your brilliance from behind, and even so… I do not mind. I feel not envy, but pride, watching you pull the audience by the strings of the tale you’ve woven for yourself. “
It was getting harder and harder to concentrate. Everything felt too much, from Shu’s gentle tone to the way Mika’s skin felt like it was burning with every trace of Shu’s fingers, as if committing Shu’s touch to his memory.
“ Kagehira… I suppose I am not the best with words, but perhaps I need to try for you to fully grasp how much I care about you. I- “
Mika didn’t let Shu finish, choosing to kiss him softly instead. It didn’t matter to him if Shu verbalized what they were feeling. He could feel the I love you on Shu’s lips, in the way Shu held him gently and the way Shu touched him as if he were more precious than anything he had ever held.
He wasn’t the best at talking either, so he tried his best to show his love physically instead. He was never going to be able to describe Shu’s beauty with poems riddled with metaphors, so perhaps his love didn’t sound as nice, but he still expressed it plenty, in his own way, filled with hugs after nightmares and croissants bought seconds before Shu’s favorite place would close.
“ Kagehira… let’s go to our home. “
Shu’s smile was soft as the offer was made, and Mika shyly returned it as he interlaced their hands together.
“ Yeah… let’s. “