Alibaba has to be the most clueless person alive, Hakuryuu swears. How does the blonde idiot not realize Hakuryuu likes him? He has been obvious enough—well, at least he thinkshe's been obvious enough. Perhaps not, with the way Alibaba's hand innocently seeks his own as they're walking, with the way Alibaba calls him his friend when all he wants is to be more than that.
The last straw was when Alibaba said, "I really like you, Hakuryuu. You're an amazing friend!" And he found a soft pair of lips on his and a warm hand cupping his face. Stunned, he froze, watching as Hakuryuu realized what he was doing, pulled back hastily with his eyes wide and a blush on his face.
"I-I… I'm s-sorry-I didn't mean to, I mean, that wasn't—I'm sorry, I—"
Alibaba just stood there as Hakuryuu stammered out stuttered apologies, rapidly growing more agitated. Why did he…? Oh.
Oh, that makes sense.
Hakuryuu likes him.
Well, in that case, it didn't actually feel that bad. Kind of sweet, really.
Hakuryuu was almost crying now, tears welling in his eyes in embarrassment as he mumbled more apologies. They were cut off, however, by a smiling, "It's okay," and Alibaba's lips on his.
And he did cry now, tears of joy.
