Heartstrings
Pulling at heartstrings and making them his was what a certain little student knew how to do, but for now, he was dreaming. From the moment he met his feeble victim to the moment he made their heart race, stop in its tracks, and go out of control altogether was when he knew he had succeeded. Yes, this was Masayuki, and he was known for the way he played his game.
Lost in his arrogant dreams as usual, Masayuki, sleeping at 2pm on a Saturday, did not hear the knock on the door that was being oh-so lightly regretted by a younger looking boy, yet still his age. While Masayuki was only dreaming of love, Taro was filled with it, his thoughts were of Masayuki, and the boy alone.
It was a small, yet beautiful, blooming love. From the minute they locked eyes, Taro felt himself be a whole new person. He felt unlike any other, as though the world could crumble right now and he wouldn't feel it, much less care. Taro had never fallen for such an attractive pupil before, and he was the luckiest boy in the world to even be called his friend. Nonetheless, this is exactly what Masayuki didn't know. It was probable that the boy could possibly not even comprehend such a love in his head, such a wonderful, wonderful love that Taro himself cannot even grasp properly.
Thinking that he should probably leave instead, Taro quickly did a 180, flipping around. It was only then that he flipped back around, and then flipped again. Should he knock once more? Should he not? Should he have even bothered coming here? Taro was a bag full of anxiety, pick him up and he was light. Turn him around and he was shaken. Flip him upside-down and his insides would fall right out. He was catching butterflies with the net made of his heart as Masayuki could only think of the next step, the next place to be in his plan.
Masayuki was known for sleepwalking. It was a secret of his, he did not share it with his parents, his friends, and he even tried to keep it out of his own mind. It was something that just happened. Standing up, the sleepwalking had begun, and Taro had probably picked the worst time to be there.
The door opened, and there he was. His hands were out wide, as if he wanted to pick up Taro and hold him, hold him and never let him go. They would be together forever, and it was what he really wanted. The feelings weren't just one-sided, and it was feasible that Taro was unaware of such a fact. Hands on his shoulders, Masayuki was leaning down, coming back to his senses, slowly waking back up, and eyes becoming conscious. Taro's heart was beating faster and faster as the seconds passed by.
Then it happened. It was his first kiss- no, both of their first kisses. It was love in the truest form, and it was gentle, kind, and held the most striking of feelings within it. Taro was practically falling to the floor, but Masayuki was keeping him upright, his eyes now completely open with his brain fully cognizant of the surroundings, the situation, and the love.
And the love, might I add, was the strongest.