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Canadian Nao was a curse.
Apparently, Souta liked curses.
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“How do you know when the change will happen?” Souta asked. They were supposed to be studying, but, of course, things got derailed. They always seemed to get derailed when it was just the two of them.
“It’s just like…” Nao tried to explain. He hadn’t had the urge to drink bagged milk in weeks. He was starting to feel hopeful that maybe Canadian Nao was gone for good. “Like this shift, I guess? I start to feel like something is trying to crawl out of my skin and my ears get all warm, then… he appears.”
Souta chuckled. “So, you’re like a werewolf then?”
“Sort of like a werewolf, yeah.”
“That’s so cool, Nao.” Souta sighed, laying his head down on the table as he gazed up at Nao with admiration.
“It’s really not,” Nao said, grimacing. “I don’t understand what you like so much about that guy.”
“That guy is just you, Nao,” Souta smiled. He reached over to trace his fingers along Nao’s knuckles, coaxing Nao to relax. “He’s one half of a perfect whole.”
Nao groaned. He watched as Souta sat up and leaned over, drawing near enough for a kiss. When their lips locked, Nao’s worries melted away, as did any thoughts of Canadian Nao. Souta pulled back and pressed a kiss to his cheek, then his nose, then his other cheek. Nao closed his eyes and reveled in the feeling—warming from head to toe.
Then, like a flash, something changed.
“Missed me, eh?” Canadian Nao asked, opening his eyes to find Souta looking at him in awe. Wordlessly, Souta trailed his fingers along the fur of Canadian Nao’s hat, then down his jaw to the collar of his flannel.
Souta hummed his agreement, then leaned back in for another kiss.
Before Nao knew what was happening, he was back; the hat vanished and the flannel was nowhere to be found. Souta’s lips were still on his and that was all that mattered. They pulled apart again, but Souta didn’t let him get far, diving back in for another kiss.
Canadian Nao made his reappearance. He whispered against Souta’s mouth, “You’re finer than a prize-winning moose.”
Souta laughed. “Thanks?”
“It’s a great compliment,” Canadian Nao clarified, eyes lidded and gaze focused on Souta’s mouth. Nao felt himself regaining control, but was enraptured by the look on Souta’s face.
Souta truly loved him, Nao realized.
Took you this long to realize it, eh? Canadian Nao thought.
“I love you,” Nao whispered, not knowing he had enough control of his body to do so. Souta stilled.
“Really?” Souta’s wide-eyed expression made Nao’s heart squeeze.
“More than fresh-tapped maple syrup,” Canadian Nao said.
Without another word, Souta launched himself into Nao’s arms. Nao tumbled back to the floor, but held fast to Souta—arms wrapped tight around his middle. The smile on Souta’s face widened as he said, face pressed to Nao’s chest, “I love you, too.”
Nao was in full control of his body, but the flannel and hat were still there, as if they were a part of him now. And, he realized, they were.