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Tsukasa Suou likes Harukawa Sora for real, unfortunately he is too shy to admit it, even just mentioning or hearing about Sora, Tsukasa will absolutely blush in embarrassment. But he would always deny the fact that he was shy anyway.
01.
The first time they got closer to each other than a glimpse of the eyes, was face to face.
At that time, he was so busy with the theater on Tenshouin’s land that the other child was also worried; so he invited him to the gaming club to relieve his stress. Back then, Tsukasa only dared to look at the Switch’s kiddo from afar, but for some unknown reason, he just took the initiative to stay close to the red haired boy; if he didn’t want to say that at that very moment, the two faces were so close to each other that if people were looking at them, they could think of a romantic scenario: he, was kissing him.
But he would wish that dream to come true, but unfortunately Sora was too carefree to ever take notice, while he is still a coward, so in the end the expected kiss scene was just a stupid fantasy of him.
02.
It’s not clear if God hates him or what, but God just out of the blue let Sora misunderstand him and the Producer are dating, and think of himself as the interrupting third wheel.
At that time, even though the King’s Knight had cleared up the misunderstanding with him, it was clear that Tsukasa was really shy at that moment, and everytime he recalled the way Sora acted to him at that time, he was even more embarrassed. It’s true that he got too close to his Onee-sama, even joking around a bit. No wonder why Sora did think that the two are secretly dating, while the person Tsukasa likes is only him and forever be. He swore that if he could travel back in time, he would punch himself in the face.
And despite how shy it is, Tsukasa has called out the Producer’s name since that incident. But he hopes that Sora won't misunderstand that the relationship between the two has developed even more, lest he be awkward till death.
03.
God, I shall thank You for your mercy for making my baby an adorable but dump-head and silly sun. No one would suddenly hold someone else’s hand as if you and I were a couple like that, I swear. No one else but you.
Tsukasa, while waiting for the train with Producer and Sora, had thought so — or rather, shouted, like that. Sora just simply grabbed Tsukasa’s hand, and smiled brightly again like nothing happened. Tsukasa’s tongue tried to speak words that were different from his thoughts, but it was clear on his face that he was so red because of shyness that can easily burst into smoke: O h, my. Harukawa Sora is holding my hand, so does it mean that he likes me too, right? Well, without a doubt.
Finally on that day, after returning to the dormitory, he locked himself in his room, only struggling because he was 200% shy— totally not because he was happy, of course.
04.
Tsukasa Suou almost died during the Yumenosaki Sports Festival due to blood loss.
Well, the reason is due to thatone blonde child over there. How could he just be in the cheerleading squad, and blink his eyes cutely, and because he had to dance continuously, his shirt unconsciously opened, finally exposing a very slim belly right in front of the young knight’s eyes. He didn’t know if Sora had done it on purpose or what, as he kept winking at him — with that familiar innocent smile; or he just wanted to cheer him up, he basically just didn’t have a clue.
Tsukasa had never been this shy, to the point that his voice hesitated to kick his Sena–senpai off, tell him to stop admiring Yuu—kun for once and start to look at the warm sunshine radiating from the witch’s smile.
Well, fortunately Harukawa Sora wasn’t his opponent that day; because he swore, if they were in different teams against each other, then after seeing that scene, he would voluntarily surrender.
05.
The relationship between the two objects that have ignited the process and is still getting more and more advanced, then there will definitely have one shy person. No one else, but Tsukasa Suou.
Because in order to maintain, well, at least this not so special friendship, many times he pretended to bring Sora bento at the club. Tsukasa was about to invite him to eat what she cooked, but he wasn't hungry, which absolutely made a shame. But gladly, it was true that heaven did not disappoint him — on a somewhat special occasion, Sora brought out a plate of apples that had been cut into pieces, then he very leisurely and naturally, fed him. That’s right, it's him to feed me the apples.
He swears he was not yet disappointed enough then he was beaten down like that by Sora, and due to that, how could he control his emotions, so it turned out his face turning bright red. Sora, with a HoHo~, jokingly said, so Tsuka-chan was shy too. He shook his head in protest, how could he be shy, someone like him, always calm and dignified, would never show that face so easily.
Oh, he just lost the topic, quickly realized that then he took a quick bite of the apple Sora cherished feeding him.
He was totally not shy at all, he was telling you the truth after all.
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But in the end to speak, there has to be a time in his life when this Tsukasa is honest with Sora, as well as with himself.
05+1.
Tsukasa carried him into the infirmary, very carefully bandaging his ankle. Etymology was about to fall into a pitch black shading — but as long as in the middle of the vast cosmos, always existing a golden glitter of the lodestars and blue welkin clouds; then on that day, there would never be a sunset heaving its sight in his eyes.
Because the genuine dawn has already been kneeling down his knees at his beloved feet.
After completing the first aid and bandages, he asked「Are you feeling better, Haru— no, Sora—chan?」Come to think of it, he didn’t know why Sora suddenly insisted on him calling his name. But just a few seconds ago, Tsukasa eloquently shouted his name so loud that it echoed the flowerbed. The more reminisced about his bold moment, then compared it to now; the more he was shy, really really shy that even words couldn’t depict it all.
Sora chuckles. 「HaHa~ Tsuka-chan is really shy isn’t he~」
Originally, he would object to what his sunshine said, but this time, something urged his heart on. A sincerity. He closed his eyes slightly, still smiling. It is true that Tsukasa, that grandiose ego, always bow to Sora, diminutive. But that diminution, as long as it ever can make him tidily neat in Sora’s luscious bosom, and in Sora’s tender nostalgia; well then, sometimes being sincere to himself, he would give it a shot.
「Hm~ Guess what. You are right this time, Sora—chan.」