A/N: Another Akumine. Not as good as the last one. my apoligies.
.b u t t er f l i e s.
His lips pressed against her fingers, her eyes closed tight.
All he wants is to make her feel what he would be feeling if he had a heart to feel with.
She smiles at him. Her smile is so haunting but so beautiful.
Her face almost lights up with emotion when he smiles back.
Almost.
And in his stomach he feels a strange sensation or maybe he just remembers.
Butterflies in his stomach, the quickening of a heart that he doesn't have and that dazed expression he had when she looked his way.
It cannot be love.
But he hopes with everything he has that it could be.
.end.
disclaimer: nothing is mine. nothing is ever mine.
