Here it is, guys. The final chapter T.T
I won't be wasting precious time with my self-depreciating remarks about the late update, just know that I am really sorry. (That's partly why I made this chapter so long)
Anyway, what I wanted to say: This is the ending. It has been quite some time since I started this fic and honestly, I started it just because I felt extremely under the weather that day. I wanted to somehow release all the bottled feelings so I wrote the first chapter, which I also thought would be the last chapter. However, I'm glad that it didn't end up as a one-shot. First of all, it's because I love you guys and I love the reactions I get after each update XD It really lifts your spirit, I tell you! :) Secondly, writing this fic let me write down some stuff that to some extend bothered me and feelings which I didn't know how to describe.
I know that this is just a story. A way to kill time. But for me, it was something more. And I hope that for you guys too.
Thanks for sticking to it till the end :)
I hope you didn't regret reading it and that you can also find some solace in this story.
Karma wasn't sure what he regarded Asano as anymore. He was already sure that it wasn't hate that he harbored towards the strawberry blonde, but the feeling was just as strong. It kept burning him from the inside, it didn't let him sleep and yet, unlike hate - it didn't hurt. They have lived in the same room for some time already - months, actually, and he still couldn't tackle this mystery. Friendship? Rivality? God save him - Admiration?
He didn't know.
He didn't know if he even wanted to know.
What he, however, did know was that they were doing fine. Since the last... slip up, they haven't touched a razor or anything of that sort. They talked. They helped each other. They were always there.
And even Karma's aversion towards his class slowly dissipated.
It was great, actually. Too great to be true. He was scared that one day, he'd wake up in his bed with no idiot to yell at him for being late. He was scared that one day, he'd realize that this all was just a dream, a pitiful dream that his mind created to soothe his mind.
Sometimes, he had the urge to slap himself a few times just to make sure this was all real.
Sometimes, he couldn't help but inconspicuously, carefully, as if afraid of breaking this brittle peace, try and touch the strawberry blonde to make sure he was real.
Those times were his private hours, late nights, early mornings when the sun hasn't risen yet, birds haven't started singing and Asano was still sleeping (miracle). He sat on the floor, looking around in wonder, in amazement, then he stared at the boy in the second bed. There wasn't anything particular he thought about, he just... contemplated time. At peace. Calmly. Fondly. He thought that this sight was just plain beautiful.
Those were his precious moments when no one would see and question his actions, even if it was him just sitting on the floor, head rested on a bed that wasn't his and face inches away from the one he considered... what?
What was he to Karma, really?
The redhead retained his image and character of a mischievous devil, especially around Asano (which he proved by multiple pranks), yet he also found a new side of him. A side that could be honest, kind, that could talk to the student council president so very gently, one that smiled warmly and thought of nothing but of how to make the latter smile as well.
That side was initially a small bonus, something that appeared rarely, but now - it took over almost every time they were alone together. It was scary. But nice at the same time.
He really did want to make the strawberry blonde smile.
That's why he decided to surprise him a small bit.
"Asano," the redhead called out as soon as he returned back to their room, seeing the particular student sitting at his desk and studying.
The weather was starting to get really cold with autumn ending and winter starting. Karma has been outside for some time now, searching for a certain something while it was snowing and now that he was back, his cheeks were flushed, fingers stiff from the cold and his body slightly shivering. He kind of underestimated his ability to withstand 9 degrees Celsius with a single blazer he wore to school.
"What is it?" Gakushuu turned around and sighed in annoyance right away, standing up.
"Nevermind, you'll tell me after you change or something, you're cold like ice, I swear," he shook his head in disapproval at the touch of his jacket "Where were you so long? And dress warmly dipshit, it's gonna snow the whole next week."
It was nice to have a mother.
Karma was forced to take off his trademark black blazer and put on a fluffy, warm sweatshirt which - alright, warmed him up, but still - looked ridiculous.
"Well, what did you want?"
Without a word, the redhead handed him a small rectangular object wrapped in light blue paper. It didn't have anything written on it, nor was it anyhow decorated. And yet it still managed to astonish the latter - mainly because of the fact that the redhead did something nice.
Or at least he hoped it was something nice, we still didn't know what was inside that box after all. It could be a snake or severed human fingers for all we know.
"What is it?" Asano eyed the latter in suspicion.
"You'd find out if you opened it, idiot,"
"I kind of need to survive this so would you be kind enough to tell me beforehand so that I can time my death?"
The teen rolled his eyes: "Just open it,"
Despite the strawberry blonde claiming his life was possibly being compromised, he didn't waste a second to do so. He might have felt a tiny bit (nah, really a lot, but Karma didn't need to know) happy, but he didn't let anything show on his face.
Until he realized he was holding a book in his hand, a book that he has been dreaming of buying since last month but never really got to it.
His neutral mask slipped and the redhead immediately identified a familiar glint in the class president's eyes, one that could be compared to a five-year-old child going to an amusement park for the first time.
"This is..." Asano trailed off as he eagerly turned the book from one side to another, looking at it in any angle possible, smelling the pages, adoring the hardback. It was funny to watch, but precious as well.
"The second book of Winter series you drooled over, limited edition," Karma proudly declared, a grin forming on his face.
"You didn't," the strawberry blonde gasped and honestly, he felt like crying.
He wasn't going to sleep tonight.
This book was much more important than anything else.
Definitely not sleeping tonight.
"I did," he replied with a glee.
Gosh, was it beautiful to see Asano glee like a little child.
The other boy didn't think twice about his actions and in sheer euphory hugged the hell out of the redhead. If Karma disregarded the fact that he was one second from another trip to the hospital due to suffocation, he'd say this was one of the best moments in his life.
Asano really didn't sleep that night.
He literally resembled death with those blood-shot eyes, but as he said-
"Totally worth it,"
And then he died.
(No he didn't, Karma took care of him)
Let us skip the cheesy descriptions of how the weather has changed over the past two months and get straight to the point.
It was freezing.
Downright freezing.
Even hell froze.
And Karma knows because he's one hell of a devil. And he should know what was happening in his natural habitat.
"Oh, fuck it," he grunted as he shivered, air puffs coming out of his mouth.
"Stop swearing so much," Asano rolled his eyes upon having heard more exclamations in the past hour than ever in his whole life.
"I can't, it's so fucking cold," the redhead shivered to get his point across.
"Maybe if you wore more layers instead of a single fucking jacket-"
"Shut up,"
"You shut up,"
"Ugh," the delinquent rolled his eyes, his teeth chattering.
Asano was just so done. This idiot - idiot^2 - went to school with a shirt (okay, long-sleeved at least) his usual spring-freaking-thin blazer and an autumn-at-best-thin jacket. No muffler. No hat. Nothing else at all. It was at least five degrees Celsius below zero and he was in that. Such a twat, oh my god.
To Karma's defense, he really didn't sleep much last night so he couldn't be even a tiny bit bothered in the morning to check the weather and god forbid, adapt his choice of clothes accordingly. Also, he knew that it would have been fine if it were just a way to school and to the dormitories. He would perfectly managed that. However, fate hated him, Asano liked making his life hell and so here they have been, more than an hour already, shopping, looking around in the centrum of the city, because hello! It was going to be Christmas soon!
Also, they ran out of eggs.
"Can we please go home?" the boy cried in a childish manner, pissing the latter off.
"No,"
"Why do I also have to be here?"
"I need a second opinion," he retorted, "and another pair of hands. This is going to be heavy."
"I hate you," Karma sighed, absolutely exasperated, and returned to his shivering fit. It was starting to make the strawberry blonde uncomfortable. And - for the love of god - maybe even guilty.
"To hell with you, I swear. If you get sick, it's your fault," he clicked his tongue and started peeling the very thick scarf off his neck. He immediately missed the warmth, but honestly, he could withstand that.
"Here," he started wrapping it around the dumfounded redhead, high up enough to cover his ears and cheeks, low enough to warm his neck and a part of his torso. It looked kinda cute.
No, no, no, it didn't.
"W-W-What are you doing?!" Karma finally realized what happened and started taking the blue scarf off.
Asano slapped his hands off, holding them in his own in order to stop the struggle. After sacrificing his own heat, he wouldn't let Akabane disgrace his effort merely because of his stubborn personality.
"We're going to be here for at least another two hours. Take it or die, dipshit," he whispered dangerously, daring the other to decline.
Not even a minute of staring later, the boy gave up.
"Urgh, fine," he accepted the muffler, pouting despite being slightly happy about being cared for.
Then again, this was Asano's scarf.
"If you get sick, it's your fault, got it? You should have kept it. I'm not giving it back, you know?" he declared,
"Still your fault, I'm doing this just because I can't stand seeing your pitiful face any longer. It's annoying."
"We wouldn't have to deal with this if we just went home."
"Not an option,"
"How many people are you even buying gifts to? Dude, you already have a huge back of whatever it is that you bought, what else do you need?"
"This is only chocolate and Christmas greeting cards for our class. I still need something suitable for the teachers, my father - would a centipede do? - for my friends who study elsewhere, exchange students and friends from abroad..."
And also for a certain redheaded idiot who was too important to be just given a simple chocolate but too unpredictable to know what he'd like, which lead Asano to dragging him along in this awfully cold weather in order to find out what caught his attention and what interested the said idiot.
But shhh, no one had to know that.
"Are you kidding me?" Karma widened his eyes in disbelief, "Why so many?"
"It's expected of me," the latter casually answered.
To which, of course, the redhead rolled his eyes: "So all of your gifts are a formality?"
"No," Asano muttered, looking at his own feet, "not all of them."
The tone in which he said it made Karma curious, but he didn't get the chance to ask further as the student council president suddenly decided to go into yet another shop.
Oh thank god, it was just a café, not a shop.
"What are we doing here?" the redhead asked in confusion, though he welcomed the warmth that embraced him, along with a pleasant smell of coffee. Much better in comparison with outside. Heck, he could fall asleep here. And he was starting to.
"Sit down, idiot" a voice suddenly jerked him awake. He noticed that the boy has already led them to a table with long white seats on both sides, enough to accommodate four people.
Asano took his seat on the left and Karma mirrored him, taking the menu and reading it through.
"I figured a small break would do us both good," the class president suddenly stated and the latter realized he was just answering the previous question.
"Probably the smartest thing you have done today," he retorted, earning himself a glare.
"Well, since I did drag you here, you're free to order whatever you want. My treat."
"Hmm, very well then," he smirked evilly, the way a person about to deplete the entirety of the café would.
But come on, we know that Karma is a good person. He is very considerate and frugal. He'd never do that to his very important friend - despite knowing he had just enough money to buy a whole shop - would he?
"Hello, may I take your order?" a waitress came.
I take everything back.
"I hope you're satisfied," the victim of legalized robbery snorted, eyeing the empty plates around.
"Maybe," the redhead pretended to be deep in thought. Then he yawned, his eyes tearing up.
Asano raised an eyebrow to that.
"Sorry, I suddenly feel really sleepy."
"Figured. So do I. It's the change of temperature," he sympathized.
"Like really sleepy,"
"You just ate, people feel drowsy after eating. But just for sure - what time did you go to bed yesterday?"
"I don't know- two a.m.? three?"
The strawberry blonde slightly fumed: "Are you-"
"-an idiot? Nuts? Maybe."
"Get yourself a coffee or something."
"Roger that, mom,"
And there went the fifth order.
Meanwhile, Asano fished out some paper brochures along with a map. Yes, seriously. A map. Because honestly, none of them have ever really left the school/house/dormitory for longer than twenty minutes and absolutely sucked where orientation and shopping were concerned.
Also, it seems none of them had experience Christmas shopping. Karma never really had anyone to give presents to (only this year, but that stuff he had bought together with the E class) and Asano was usually taken by his father's chauffeur to a bigger city with a wider range of goods. This year, he wanted to be here because... well, it was fun bugging Karma. So yeah, he actually never bought anything apart from food here.
"What's that?" the redhead asked, sipping on the coffee he had just been given.
"An attempt to make a plan," he stated, "So, where do you think we should go next? There are some popular shops in here, here and here, so we can check them out. Also, apparently, a new bookshop has been opened around here, so-"
"I can't see a shit, Asano, you're too far and the map is upside down from my view,"
"Oh, sorry" the strawberry blonde realized and stood up, moving to the place next to Karma so that both of them could understand what was being suggested.
"So anyway, I still need something for my father - since our relationship improved, it is not socially acceptable for me to give him anything life-threatening. Then something for Ren - he's something like my best friend by the way so a greeting card or anything half-assed won't do. I was thinking of getting him a book of Japanese poems, which I hope to find in that new bookshop I mentioned a while ago."
He stopped for a bit to think of a plausible way to ask Karma what he'd think would be nice, useful or even better - what he himself would like. But the boy wasn't stupid (he was a moron, but not stupid). He'd probably connect the dots and Asano's whole plan, two weeks worth of mulling over it, would be in vain.
Dammit, he has been silent for already five minutes at least and still he had no idea.
Deciding to just casually ask Hey, by the way, what do you think would be a good gift? or something like that, he took a breath and opened his mouth to-
Oh, wait, no, nothing. Because before he could do that, he felt a weight on his right as well as hair tickling him on the neck. Puzzled, he turned towards the redhead, only to find him dozed off on his shoulder.
He sighed.
This utter... ugh.
He was going through this internal dilemma and Karma just decides to take a nap?!
Honestly, he was so close to smashing his face on the table he had to start with the breathing exercises he found on the internet in order to survive prolonged exposure to Akabane.
The blonde looked at the time - half past four. That wasn't as late as he thought, but it definitely wasn't early. Searching for presents was time-consuming, which caused Asano to suspect that they weren't going to get home before seven o'clock.
But well, from tomorrow on, it was going to be Christmas holidays so they could actually afford to stay out for as long as they wanted (haha, not really).
Either way, he didn't feel like waking the boy up yet. First of all, he liked silence. Much more preferable than Karma's cursing and whining. Second, it seemed like a sin to interrupt him with such peaceful, angelic (HAHAHA THE IRONY) face.
Whatever, he would decide on where to go next and then wake him up.
The square's clock struck five p.m.
The temperature decreased by four degrees.
The number of shops the duo visited: 3
The frequency in which Karma cursed: 12 minutes.
And Asano's attempt to find out what Karma would like as a present? As follows:
1/ A shop with random stuff
"Hey Asano, this is so fucking boring," the redhead muttered exasperatedly.
"It wouldn't be if you looked around and helped me."
"But I don't care,"
"About my request or the stuff here?"
"Both,"
"Fine, we're moving on. Let's go."
2/ Clothes Shop
"Hey Asano,"
"What,"
"Why are we here?"
"I'm thinking of buying my father a necktie,"
"That's so lame,"
"What is? Buying a necktie or clothes generally?"
"Clothes. Unless it's something special, it mostly seems half-assed. Like when you have no idea what to buy so you just get them socks or something."
"Does it?" the strawberry blonde asked, making a note for himself that clothes were most probably a big no for the latter.
"Or at least that's what I noticed," Karma shrugged.
"Alright, then I'm totally buying him a necktie. He doesn't deserve any better."
3/ Bookstore
By now, the two have stopped bickering and were starting to co-operate. Which admittedly still didn't make the student president's search any easier, but at least it was a bit more pleasant.
"What do you think about this book?" Asano held up a detective novel, hoping that it would interest the other.
"Looks fine, but didn't you want a poem book or something for your best buddy?"
"Yeah, but I haven't found one yet and I want to have a backup plan for sure. Has anything caught your eye by the way?"
Karma looked around, trying to recall anything impressing: "There are a few good math books I have seen around yet, but most of them are about stuff we have already done at school."
"I meant normal literature. Beletry."
"Uh... I don't know. Books aren't my forte. Films are better."
Asano fought the urge to scream HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT into the redhead's face and kick him in the groin and instead focused on the new information - he liked films.
So after he bought a collection of most famous authors' poems for Ren, they went to an-
4/ Electronics shop
Which had films, electronics, games and lots of other stuff.
Asano had high hopes for this one.
"What do you think about this game?" the strawberry blonde asked, picking up a... something with a... space-like (?) cover? Ugh god, he had no idea, he never played any games.
"That's a film," the latter deadpanned, utterly done with the student council president, "And I have seen it. It's shitty,"
"Oh," the boy put it down and then took out another one, this time the cover with a very mysterious shade of a woman in the background and weird stuff on the floor: "This?"
"That's an erotic game. You like that stuff? Wow, never knew," he joked, snorting at how quickly the other one put the thing down, his face as red as a tomato.
"Shut up," he muttered, running into a more decent looking section, which also happened to be the kid section.
"First erotica, now kid stuff. Are you alright?"
"Absolutely, now look around and tell me what you think is interesting,"
"Why? Aren't we like done now?"
"No, there's still... a cousin of mine that I still haven't found anything to buy," Asano lied, looking straight into Akabane's eyes to look convincing.
However, after having had suffered such a long time with the boy, Karma already learned some things. That despite Asano being notorious among the E-class for his manipulative silver tongue, it was actually pretty easy to say when he was being dishonest. It wasn't in his voice, it wasn't really anywhere, but damn Karma's instincts and super observation skills. He knew something was up just from the intense look in the other's eyes (come on, who ever gets so serious over shopping?) and the fact that they have been looking for presents for what, four hours? And that he had dragged Karma along, not taking "no" as an answer. And asking him so many questions about the presents. Seriously. Even Terasaka would figure out what was going on.
"Is that so? " he raised an eyebrow, tired of this game. "I didn't know you had a cousin. What's his name?"
About twenty names flashed through the class president's mind but he couldn't freaking choose one because they all sounded so weird and no, he didn't have a cousin.
"His name is Aoi," he said in the end, the choice being a result of him spotting a certain blue chair two meters behind Karma.
"Interesting. How old is he? Where does he even live, one would expect he'd be in the same town as you. And what does he play? I can't help unless you tell me more about him."
"He's sixteen and currently studying abroad because his mom - my aunt - had her job promotion there," Asano improvised, simply sputtering anything that came to his mind. He switched to an autopilot, sensing that Akabane wasn't particularly convinced. "And I don't know what he plays, so help me find something that you think is good. Since you play them too, you should know whi-"
"Asano," the redhead sighed.
"What?"
"You don't have a cousin. Both your parents are the only children."
"Wha- You're wrong, my mom's-"
"Seriously dude, knock it off, I know you're lying. And I have seen your personal file already. No aunts, no cousins," the boy shook his head.
At that, the strawberry blonde queried, alerted: "How could you have seen my personal file?"
"Oh, I broke into the teacher's system once to change your gender to female."
"THAT'S WHY I WAS ASSIGNED TO HAVE PE WITH GIRLS?!" Asano shrieked out, about to lose it. Then he realized his lies got seen through.
And for a while, he stayed quiet, absolutely at loss of words. What was he supposed to do? Cover it up? How?
Seeing the internal struggle, Karma took pity on him: "You're trying to find a gift for me, am I wrong?"
"And if I say yes?"
"I'm going to laugh at you for five minutes and then hit you for making me suffer who knows how long just because of something this trivial."
"Fuck you."
And the redhead seriously started laughing. Not for five minutes though. Then his expression softened, a fond smile reaching his lips.
"You know, I don't really need anything. I'm happy with what I have,"
The student council president pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer.
"I'm serious!" the latter stated. And he started singing: "All I want for Christmaaaas... is-"
"Say you and I'll kick you," The boy warned.
Karma puffed his cheeks, though there was a childish glint in his eyes. We couldn't say the same about Asano.
"Okay, okay. Honestly, probably the only thing I want for Christmas is a Disney movies marathon and food!" he laughed, joking (although not that much. He liked Disney movies. And food)
"You're such a brat, I swear," Asano rolled his eyes, so utterly fed up with having to deal with this five years old in a teen body.
But well, since there wasn't really any reason for them to stand in the children section (or the whole shop for the matter), they walked out into the streets, noticing that not only has the temperature dropped drastically, but the sun has long before set and the only thing illuminating the streets were lamps and shop lights all around.
The sight was quite mesmerizing. The town center wasn't particularly vast nor modern, yet it seemed like one of those Christmas markets you'd see in those beautiful famous cities.
Still, Karma was freezing.
Asano knew and as he calmed down, he began to realize that it was seriously unfair (and maybe cruel) of him to force the boy to walk in this freezing weather just in one jacket. They could have gone home for more clothes. But he decided not to, blinded by his excitement, eagerness and a slight bit of nervosity.
That's why he suddenly stopped in front of a store with Home decorations and stuff, excusing himself for a minute to go there and purchase a certain thing.
In a few minutes, he emerged from the building, holding a... blanket?
"Here you are," he told the puzzled redhead, wrapping the fuzzy and really thick dark blue thing over him.
"What the-" his expression sour, Karma wanted to ask, but abruptly decided to change the question as he noticed the style (or pattern) of the blanket:
"Why Mickey mouse?" he yelped with the most confused face he could pull off.
"Because you're a trash for Disney, apparently,"
"You don't expect me to walk in this until we got home, do you?"
"I don't, but you might need it," the strawberry blonde smiled sinisterly, knowing that the latter had no other choice. Unless he wanted to end up frozen.
"Is this my Christmas present? If so, please never buy me presents again."
Asano snorted at that: "No, that's your birthday present. Christmas present is the film marathon."
Karma's eyes suddenly lit up: "Wait, we're really doing it?!"
All he got was a shrug.
However, it was obvious that the class president looked forward to it. He was slightly cracking up, refusing to meet the other's gaze because frankly - Akabane looked like a puppy with those amber eyes wide in excitement.
"You know what, wait here, I gotta do something," the redhead announced, running off somewhere before even letting the other ask where.
He returned a while later, something extremely pink in his hands. Asano was getting creeped out just by the color itself, he didn't need to know what it was.
"No," he declared before the redhead even got the chance to explain the shitass-pink princess scarf.
"But I didn't even-"
"No" he emphasized by putting his hands up and distancing himself.
"Come on, Asano, I'm just trying to return the favour," Karma grinned, almost sounding honest. Almost.
"If you bought a scarf, you should keep it and give me mine."
"No way in hell, it's already warm. I told you I'm not giving it back."
"What?" the strawberry blonde glared.
"What?" the redhead glared back.
"Give me mine back and keep this one!"
"No! I'm not giving it back, I warned you the first time!"
"Give it back!"
"No!"
And then they stared at each other for a really, really, really long time. Until Asano clicked his tongue, breaking away.
"What," Karma spat out, which might have sounded angry to a stranger, but they both knew it was more out of amusement.
"You sound like a needy girlfriend," Asano explained grumpily.
"Then you be a nice boyfriend and suck it up,"
And guess what.
He did.
And guess what else?
They took bus home. Asano with the pink-super-pink-princess scarf, Karma with the Mickey mouse blanket. In a bus full of people.
Somehow, they went viral.
Also, Asano woke up at two a.m. that day, in sheer horror and screaming.
Karma woke up in process, the shit scared out of him: "WHAT'S WRONG?!"
The strawberry blonde tried to calm his breathing and then looked into the latter's eyes, his voice grave:
"We forgot the eggs,"
Ah, what a story would it be without a proper ending? Sure, we could end the whole story with the horrifying absence of eggs. We could simply say And they lived happily ever after.
But the truth is, they weren't always happy. They fought a lot, sometimes light-heartedly, sometimes over more serious matters. Sometimes they were best friends, sometimes they didn't speak for days. They were humans after all - they had flaws, they were stubborn, they were the boys they were. And yet, it seemed that their friendship has never been weakened. More like the opposite.
It morphed into something much, much stronger. Into something that couldn't be simply put into words. All that we knew was that it was Asano who helped heal Karma and that it was Karma who helped heal Asano. They didn't only heal the scars though. Nor did they didn't heal only the mind. They healed the cracks in their hearts, opened up them up, soothed them and gave them a reason to keep struggling.
The world and was nowhere near perfect, yet they both gladly went on.
It was a particularly nice day, with the sun's soft sunshine reaching even the darkest corners, with the fresh air fragranced by the first blossoms of spring.
Karma was sitting on his bed, reading a book that he was given by his bookworm roommate, absent-mindedly humming a melody, which surprised the latter.
"In a good mood, aren't we?" Asano noted, looking up from his homework to get a glance of the other.
"Mm," the redhead agreed, then met the strawberry blonde's eyes, staring for a while. He was wondering. He was thinking. Whether to say it. Whether he should say it. Yet all his fears disappeared as he took another look at the latter. At that moment, his expression formed into a sweet smile: "I found another reason to live,"
Asano's mouth was slightly agape but he quickly regained his composure: "Is that so?"
"Yeah," he said with that beautiful smile of his, sitting near the window and bathed in morning sunlight.
The blond felt the chilly breeze from outside blow on his face, yet among the cold, there was a single cherry petal landing on his hand.
The spring was about to come, it seems.
"I fell in love," the redhead suddenly declared, his voice gentle, peaceful, determined.
Asano widened his eyes, at loss for words.
Yet when he looked at those golden orbs, he realized it was quite simple, honestly.
I fell in love, Karma said.
For the first time, he forgave himself for the sentiment, for feeling what he felt and embraced it. Lips curving into a genuine smile, he answered:
"So did I."
And so starts another story.
A strange one, maybe, a sweet one, truly, but that one...
- that belongs to them and them only.
The ending
Once again thank you for reading this fanfic :) I hope it was worth it.
By the way, I intend to write something (just short) about their Disney film marathon :D One day. Surely. So stay tuned!
Lots of love, Satsuki