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His eyes fluttered. His chest slowly moved as he inhaled and exhaled. The quiet sound of his breath. Scaramouche watched it all. He payed close attention to the details, even if he denied to admit it. He loved the small things; the red streak in his hair, the little hand gestures he makes while speaking, the facial expressions he makes. His existence intrigued Scaramouche. He didn't know what the feeling was. He loved to be around Kazuha. He enjoyed every minute of their peaceful bliss. Every moment they shared never left Scaramouche's memory. Yet he still couldn't understand...
He lightly grazed Kazuha's cheek with his calloused thumb. His skin was soft. Softer than anything he's every felt. He went to caress Kazuha's cheek once more, when his eyes began to flutter more. Scaramouche pulled his hand away quickly, struggling to control the blush rushing to his face. Kazuha slowly opened his eyes and gave him a small smile.
"Scara..." Kazuha whispered before the weight of fatigue closed his eyes again.
"Kazu.." Scaramouche whispered back. He had so much to say, but how? He couldn't ever put his thoughts into words. Words were hard. They always came out aggressive and arrogant, even if he didn't mean for them to. His thoughts and feelings of Kazuha were the opposite of his own attitude.
When he thought of Kazuha he felt on fire. He felt that nothing could ever be better, he felt like heaven. Kazuha felt like heaven. He calmed Scaramouche, effortlessly. He made him feel like he belonged somewhere, whereas everyone else in his life had only made him feel like he had no place in the world, dross.
Kazuha's voice broke Scaramouche's scattered thoughts.
"You are beautiful." He said with a deep exhale. "Absolutely divine." The word hit him. Divine. The word he was described as his entire life. The word that referred to his stupid royal position. He hated it. He didn't ask to be born into a royal family, let alone thrown to the side by them. But when Kazuha used the word...
"Divine?" Scaramouche repeated.
"Yes. You are..." His sleepiness ended his sentence too soon. Scaramouche longed to hear the rest. His heart beat quickened by the second. He reached for Kazuha'a face once again. He held his cheek, his thumb moving back and forth as he stroked it gently. Kazuha was fully awake now. His eyes met with Scaramouche's. Both of their hearts skipped a beat, in almost complete synchronization.
"Kazuha," Scaramouche started. His mind raced. He wanted to say it so badly. It was on the tip of his tongue, but something inside of him wouldn't allow it.
Kazuha's eyebrows furrowed. He looked confused. Nervous even.
"Scara.. are you alright?" Kazuha questioned. The concern in his voice only quickened Scaramouche's heart further. He couldn't hold it any longer. He knew. He realized. He understood.
"I love you, Kaedehara Kazuha."
The hand that was once on Kazuha's cheek had now been intertwined with the boy's tender fingers. Kazuha's eyebrows had risen slightly, and the small smile returned to his mouth. Scaramouche closed his eyes in fear. He feared the reaction. He feared the consequences. He reopened his eyes slowly, only to see Kazuha inches from his face. Scaramouche could feel his breath on his lips. The raging blush on his cheeks was no longer able to be hidden. He could hear his heart beat in his ears, in his head, outside of his body. He had never been this far into the personal space of the white haired boy laying across from him. Kazuha's free hand reached for Scaramouche's face. They had only gotten closer and closer as the time ticked by. Scaramouche's breath was becoming heavier, quicker. Kazuha had finally broke the space.
His lips carefully met with Scaramouche's. The kiss wasn't the neatest; neither of them had ever kissed ever before. But it was just right. Kazuha felt Scaramouche smile against him. They then pulled away, too soon for either of their liking.
"I don't ever wanna leave." Scaramouche whispered, almost inaudibly.
"And you don't need to. I love you too." Kazuha said quickly as his eyes fell in embarrassment. A fire set off Scaramouche's heart. He smiled, ear to ear. In that moment, he had never been happier.