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Short one shot, please enjoy!
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I can't help it. I can't stop staring. I can't help but wonder what he thinks about, or what he fears. I blush every time he touches me. Is that normal? Has he noticed, I hope not. I catch myself watching him undress, sometimes he catches me staring. He just smiles. What does that mean? At night my mind wanders, and it always ends on him. I think about his face till sleep comes to ease my soul. However, even then, sometimes I dream of him. I wake up to the picture of him and me I keep on my wall. I know I've asked before, but really is this normal? I look at myself in the mirror, and I here his voice calling me cute. Did he mean it? Does he care? Should I care if he cares? Is this love?
Is love when you think about someone all day, and night. Is love missing someone just seconds after you've said goodnight. Is love the need to do anything just to make him smile. Is this love that I am feeling?
"Well is it?" Kujo's voice was the sharp call of reality.
Kadoma stood frozen, as he pondered the question before him. Well is it? Moments of pure silence passed, and both stood waiting for an answer. "Does it matter to you, if it is?"
The senior was slightly taken aback by his protégé's sudden frankness. "Yes, very much."
Upon hearing those words, his heart raced. Courage swelled inside him. "Why?"
Kujo's lips began to curved into a smirk, as he found this new assertiveness kind of adorable. "I need to know if you feel the same as I do. It is very, very important to me. " He lowered himself to the other's eye level. "So, do you feel the same as me?"
At that moment Kadoma stopped thinking. He stepped forward, eyes closed, fist clenched, and placed his trembling lips on Kujo's. They stood there for a moment, neither moving. As time passed, his heart sank. There was no reciprocation to his declarative action. He backed away, eyes cast to the side in shame. "I'm sorry Kujo-san." He bowed quickly and turned walking away, wishing he could run.
"KADOMA!"
The tone of his senpai's voice was the only thing that made him stop. He'd never spoken to him like this, but he couldn't blame him. He'd gone and done something unforgivable. How could he ever think someone like Kujo would love someone like him. I just want to leave.
"Kadoma…. Look at me." Kujo closed the distance between them.
The smaller boy dug his fingernails into his palms. Tears began to brim his eyes, causing his lashes to clump together. "No…"
"look at me." He placed his hand on the trembling boys shoulder.
"no…"
"LOOK AT ME!" Turning Kadoma around he pulled him in his chest, and wrapped his arms protectively around him.
"I CAN"T!" Kadoma sobbed softly, as tears stained Kujo's shirt. "….. I love you….. sir."
He sobbed into Kujo's warmth for what seemed like days. He doesn't care, I've ruined everything. I have to run, I can't face him. "Why don't you love me?" His voice was meek and only a whisper meant for himself.
"I do….."
Those two words shattered his fears, and rained down on him. Did he say those words. Does he mean it? Is this real? He looked up. "Ku…"Kujo's mouth grazed his, silencing the boy.
"Shhhh…. I love you as well, but."
Fear gripped the freshman. But, but what, what it his height, lack of muscle. Was it that fact he looked like girl. But what?!
"That still doesn't answer my question, do you think it is a good idea to get new uniforms?"
"huh?" The small boy was puzzled, as to what the man before him could be talking about.
"That is what we were discussing, before you went and became daring enough to kiss me. Don't misunderstand, I am very happy you did. Though I never knew uniforms could bring up such passion in you." He lowered his mouth to his new found lover's ear. "I'll have to remember that for a later time."
Kadoma felt a blush cover his face. "Kujo-san!"
"You are just too cute Kadoma."