"Here."
Nice held out a gift wrapped box towards Art. Whom raised an eyebrow and took the parcel in his hands.
"Thank you."
"Merry Christmas." Nice mumbled. Averting his eyes and looking away while scratching at one of his band-aids.
Art smiled. "Merry Christmas."
The two looked at each other seemingly waiting for the other to say something until an awkward cough was heard.
They both turned to look and see Murasaki standing there.
"M...Murasaki!?" Art stuttered. His face flushed from embarrassment. Although he wasn't quite sure why he felt flustered. It wasn't like they were doing anything.
"...Can I talk to you?" Murasaki said then grabbed Nice and pulled him away. He checked to make sure Art didn't follow then stared at Nice with serious look on his face. "Did you confess?"
Nice blushed. "N-No..."
"Nice..."
"I know...But."
Murasaki rolled his eyes "No buts. I feel sorry for interrupting you two now." He then turned around and started to walk away. "You're not allowed back home until you confess."
"Huh wait what? Murasaki!" Nice called. However he was already gone.
Nice turned around and started to head back towards Art as he tried to come up with some form of plan. He couldn't just simply go up to Art and say 'hey I like you' and call it a day.
Nice saw Art leaning against his car; looking up at the sky with a melancholy look on his face, and couldn't help but stare. Art really was quite beautiful. Nice then realized while he was standing there admiring him, he was making Art wait.
Nice took a deep breath and walked over towards Art. It was all or nothing go big or go home!
...Well technically he couldn't go home but still!
Art saw Nice and smiled. Whom found all his bravery fleet away at the sight of Art's smile. Wondering if he would still be able to see that smile if he confessed and got rejected.
Would Art even still want to be around me?
"Nice are you busy?" Art asked.
Busy? Nice pondered the question. In a way yes he was busy, busy trying to confess his feelings without sounding like a complete idiot.
"No I'm free."
"Mind keeping me company for the rest of the day? I don't really know what to do in my free time."
"N-No problem!"
However Nice didn't know that meant they would be spending time alone in Art's apartment.
Art took off his tie and looked at Nice guiltily. "Feel free to leave whenever. I wouldn't want to trouble you." Art said, then left into his bathroom.
Nice shrugged it off and sat down. He didn't really care to leave. He genuinely had nothing better to do. They didn't do jobs on the holidays so work was out of the question, but even if he could work he felt like he probably wouldn't anyway.
Nice sighed. More importantly, what was he to do about Art? Whom seemed to either not see him in such a way or was really clueless. Nice couldn't tell. However he did know that now would be the perfect time to try and confess. He wouldn't let something like what happened when they went to that festival happen again.
Meanwhile inside of the shower Art's thoughts weren't too far off from Nice's.
As the water from the shower fell down his back Art started to think about what he should do with Nice. He brought him home but was still unsure what exactly he should do.
Flirting wasn't something Nice picked up on particularly well and he couldn't exactly outright tell him.
Art sighed. This was troublesome.
XXX
Art came out the shower and Nice watched as he walked over towards the couch and sat down beside him.
Nice yawned. Catching Art's attention. Art looked at Nice with a panicked look in his eyes, and Nice looked back at him confused.
"Uh, you can go home if you're tired." Art asked.
Nice shook his head. He actually wasn't tired and not to mention he couldn't even go home if he wanted to.
Nice fell sideways letting his head fall on Art's lap and sighed. Doing things like lying on his lap felt so normal to Nice so why couldn't he do something as simple as saying three simple words.
Meanwhile Art's brain seemed to fry momentarily. Nice laying on his lap wasn't exactly uncommon but it wasn't an everyday occurrence either. It especially wasn't something they've done recently.
Art held his hands up awkwardly as Nice turned and looked up at him. Art found himself thinking that Nice was really cute lying in his lap, and before he knew it his mouth was opening and words were coming out.
"I love you." They both said.
Nice stared at Art with a shocked look on his face and Art stared back with equal disbelief. Had they really just heard what they thought they did.
"Um." Art started. Attempting to break the awkward silence.
Nice reached his hand up and touched Art's cheek. Art then held his hand over Nice's.
"We're idiots huh?"
Art chuckled. "Yes..."