tadaaaaaaa~ (shotdead) the truth is, i plotted this so well~...a month ago~ XD;; and then i forgot mosta it. so now its all unfun D8 but please enjoy anyway?

warning: nothinz D8;;
inspiration: dont remember, but i did write it to "why cant i" by liz phair
prompt: breathe again
rating: G
summary: "why cant i breathe whenever i think about you?"
disclaimer: not mine, never will be.

enjoy?

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There was just something about him that made breathing difficult. Maybe it was the laid back behavior, or maybe it was how protective he could be. Lune wasn't sure what exactly it was. It could be the way his smile lit up a room and his heart, or it could be how his eyes glittered when he spoke of something he loved. He wished Yamato would have the glitter in his eyes when he talked about Lune...

Rolling over in bed, the blond heaved a sigh. It was days before his thirteenth birthday, and the bad luck had hit well before the number. The past year had found Lune fighting off the urge to talk to his friend about the foreign feeling in his chest. It was tight, constricting his breathing. It was far too fluttery, and left him feeling dazed, like when he held his breath.

He didn't want to associate the feeling with love. But the more he thought about it, the more it seemed it. He couldn't so much as mention Yamato's name without feeling his heart rate start picking up. Normally, Lune was so good with speaking, but when he had to talk to the brunette, his words died or he fumbled them. Butterflies invaded his stomach when the other brushed up against him in the slightest, and he couldn't meet Yamato's eyes anymore without blushing.

Lune didn't know what else to call it. Dragging the blanket over his head, the blond mumbled to himself. His hair would get tangled and messy if he slept like this, but he didn't care. For some reason, facing the world while thinking of Yamato felt wrong. He had a feeling it had something to do with shame. He blinked, a small frown on his face. Why should he be ashamed? Just because they were boys?

Maybe thats why he couldn't breathe right around Yamato. Maybe it was because he was ashamed. Lune put off the admittance of what he truly felt as long as he could. His mind wouldn't allow it however, flitting back to the brunette as often as it could. His chest tightened, a warmth spreading over his face. As he drifted off, he quietly admitted it, almost mumbling.

"This is love..."

With the admission, he felt he could breathe again.

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