Your name is Karkat Vantas and you've had something on your mind for a long time.
You don't hate him, oh god no.
Could it be…?
No.
You don't love him. Love only ever really happens in your stupid books. They made you think all fuzzy and shit. You had hidden most of them in that huge library, unable to be found again.
Anyways, back to the problem at hand.
You're listening to Kankri Vantas, your dancestor, rant about something you stopped paying attention to a long time ago. The hum of his voice was soothing. His lips looked so soft. He looked so warm in that fucking sweater.
You lean forward a bit, completely lost in a trance of him, then you snap the fuck out it, blushing hard and standing up straight.
"Karkat? Are you ok? Did I trigger you in any way?"
"N-No," you sputter, almost unable to comprehend what you were just about to do. You were going to kiss him. You wanted to kiss him so badly.
"-rkat? Are you even listening? Please snap out of it."
"I-I'm fine…"
You wave him off and storm away, your face on fire as you refused to look back as he called for you desperately. Wanting to make sure you were ok, which you weren't.
Your name is Karkat Vantas and you're utterly, completely in love with Kankri Vantas and no one can ever know.