She felt the tears spill over her cheeks, sniffling. Oh how embarrassed she felt, standing here. "I can't. I'm not able to." The boy before her took a step towards her. She shook her head, long hair flowing down in waves, thankfully shielding her face from view. "No, Kurama. It's not you. It's me." She took another step back, not meeting his steady gaze. Steady, perfect. Just like always. she thought miserably. She couldn't love him, he was a fairytale dream. She was such a disappointment compared to him, imperfect to a tee. Kurama captured her swiftly into his arms.
"It's not you. There's nothing wrong with you. I love you how you are." he smiled down at her even though she didn't return it. Brushing away the hair in her face, he gently wiped her tears away with his thumb.
"Stop, stop. I-I'm not worthy of you. I'm so flawed, and you're s-so perfect. I'll just screw you up." she sobbed, resting her head against his chest. Gently stroking her hair, Kurama chuckled.
"Your imperfections make you perfect to me. I'm just as imperfect as you are." He gently cupped her face and kissed her forehead. "I am the one not worthy of you. You are the perfect one." he smiled, kissing away all her fears.