"Muro-chin," the purple guy, who was munching on his maiubo, called him. He sat beside him, at ease. "I love you."
"I see— W-wait, what? Can you re-repeat that for me?" Himuro stuttered, in disbelief. It was so unlike him, to say such words. To make sure he had heard right, he needed to hear it once more. He was already flustered anyway.
"I love you." Murasakibara reiterated without second thought. Then, he noisily chomped on his freshly opened potato chips. He tried keeping a straight face, yet he blushed afterwards.
Tatsuya rested his head on his partner's shoulder, and said, "Atsushi… you know… that I already knew that, right?" he paused to let out a chuckle, "Even so, I'm really glad… that we reciprocate the same…"
"Do you love me too?" the purple-haired lad curtly asked, as if he was not listening earlier. He simply wanted a straight answer.
"I do." the returnee admitted, with a grin on his face.
"What does it feel like?" he asked.
"Like the candies you ate earlier… sweet."
It was snowing during that time… Himuro remembers the ardent feeling inside his chest, it is unforgettable. He put his hand onto where he feels his heartbeat well. Then, he stops reminiscing and covers his face with his blanket.