Hi everyone! So, I've been writing this fic in French for a while now, and I really love it soooo… I decided to translate it? This way everyone in the fandom can read it and I wanted to challenge myself a bit hahaha

Anyway, I'm not fluent in english, and I'll try my best but the texts will probably contains some dumb mistakes along the way, so I apologise in advance! Also, don't hesitate to point any mistakes to me, I'll fix them right away! :D

Also, a quick word about the publishing rhythm: there won't be any. I'll just translate some chapters and post them whenever I feel like it, and I guess you can go check the French version if you really want to read the next chapters? Sorry if there is any huge gap between chapters, I promise I'll do my best!

Quick warning about the story before we begin: some chapters are M rated. (not all of them, calm the f down) They'll be explicitly flagged and tagged, just in case, so you don't get to read anything you don't want to.
Also, since there will be some mature actions between the characters, I've decided to age them up a bit. Please consider this story begins around the second Cup played by the SKs, Micro-Ice is 18yo, and Sinedd is 20.

ALL IS SAID, I HOPE YOU'LL ENJOY, KISSES!

Real Love Song

Part I

Sinedd - 6:48 am

Sinedd opens one eye without really getting what woke him up.

He must have fallen asleep facing the wall, because that's all he can see of the room he's in. The dull paint is barely illuminated by the sun filtering through the curtains, the faint lights of the Genesis indicating that it is still morning. Indeed, the small alarm clock on the bedside table indicates 6:48 am. Sinedd tries to bury his head in his pillow again, absent-mindedly going over his obligations of the day. Despite the fast-approaching Cup, Artegor has given him free time for the next few days. So no training. Besides, the mattress on which he is lying right now is pretty pleasant, the blanket thick enough to be comforting, and he is quite warm. So he has no reason to get up and he might as well sleep a little longer. He is about to fall back asleep when a sharp sound makes him jump, making the sleepy fog in his head disappear suddenly. He lifts his head from his pillow to turn around, searching the room behind him.

At the entrance to the hotel room, Micro-Ice looks at him with a grimace, his hands still clutching the zipper of his jacket. Realizing what's going on, Sinedd turns around to read the time on the digital alarm clock again, before turning back to his lover from the night before. He does not want to speak to him, nor see him leave, so he just arches an eyebrow. A few meters away from him, the grimace turns into an embarrassed face.

- I didn't want to wake you up...

- Isn't it a bit early...?

- I start practice in an hour?

Sinedd struggles to discern if the answer is a lame excuse or if he's supposed to know this. They may have talked about it last night, but right now, he remembers the end of the evening more than the beginning...

Micro-Ice continues to prepare himself, quickly putting on the shoe that he misses, before putting his hands in the pockets of his jacket, probably checking he's not forgetting anything. Sinedd, on his part, admits defeat and rests his head on his pillow. He has no reason to get up too, the room is paid for and the night was short, so he might as well enjoy it. He sees Micro-Ice catch his backpack to put it on his back, running a hand in his messy hair, then turning to him with a smile. Shy and a little embarrassed, sure, but a real smile nonetheless. Sinedd restrains himself from asking him to stay. He doesn't like to see people go, he doesn't like to see him go, but that would be a little too honest. And until they have a specific word to put on their relationship, there is no need to admit things. His feelings are well hidden in his head, so they might as well stay there.

Mice approaches the door with small steps, opens it slowly and turns over one last time before disappearing in the corridor.

- See you…

The door closes with a thud, and Sinedd welcomes the new silence with a sigh. He goes back to sleep a few minutes later, his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched, annoyed. Someday, he'll ask him to stay.