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"Luca."
"Yea?"
And suddenly Shu's lips were on his. Luca's eyes flew open as he felt his heart leap straight out of his chest- so full, so excited, yet so nervous that he felt like he was going to throw his heart up right then and there, onto shu. But he doesn't. Because that would be gross and embarrassing, and also impossible.
But honestly, what even is impossible when Shu's left hand grasped the back of his button up and his right held the back of his head: pulling him closer, closer, closer, until they're impossibly close, or maybe possibly close, but it'll still never be close enough. So Luca's hands nervously wrap around Shu's waist, then travel up his back and into his hair just to pull them even closer. Luca's eyes finally flutter shut as Shu sighs comfortably into their kiss.
And they fit together so perfectly Luca wonders why they've never done this before. Why he never took the chance to pull Shu towards him, feel the warmth radiating off Shu's ears as he caresses his cheek and bites his bottom lip. Why he never snuck his hand under Shu's soft hoodie to feel him shiver under his touch and whine into their kiss. He wonders what face his beautiful friend (now lover?? He thinks, in hysterics) is making and then he can't keep his eyes closed anymore.
Shu's eyes are shut, eyelashes fluttering like the delicate pappus of a dandelion as he turns his head slowly this way and that to find all the different ways he can touch his lips with Luca's. His cheeks are dusted pink, no, smothered with pink as all the blood from his beating heart rushes to his face as he melts into Luca's arms. It's exhilarating and new and amazing and he thinks it's exactly where he belongs. It's gentle but intense and Shu feels so intoxicated by the feeling that he cannot breathe.
Their lips finally part as Shu caught his breath; he was never great at cardio. Bright violet eyes look up to meet lavender. They're so close that Luca can see how dilated Shu's pupils are and it shoots adrenaline straight into his veins. Although their lips are apart, their bodies are unwilling to let go, Luca softly brushing hair out of Shu's face and Shu's chest pressed up right against Luca's.
As Luca felt Shu's cold fingertips rest on his neck, he remembers that Shu usually ran cold, and that he himself ran hot. Then he thinks that maybe if they kissed for long enough, they'll both be at the perfect temperature. He remembers Shu complaining about the winter and how cold his hands got, then he suddenly feels the urge to hold Shu's hand- all the time- so he never feels cold again. He thinks about playing outside with him on snowdays, kissing the tip of his cold nose, then burying into the blankets with him on and holding him close. Just as close as they are now, or maybe even closer. The thought makes him so warm that his button up feels suffocating. When he looks down at Shu staring back at him with parted lips, his heart overflows and he can't help but whine, "Shu, you-!" before interrupting himself to claim those lips once more.