So what actually is love?
~Questions on love~
What is love?
Is it the way your significant other would warmly wrap their body whenever your cold?
Or the way they would gaze at you with warmth and adoration?
How they perfectly intertwine their fingers with your own, filling the gaps in between?
Is it the way they get jealous or the way they get seemingly possesive saying you belong to no one else but them?
Has it got something to do with how your heart seemingly beats so fast and yet you've never felt so much more alive?
Is it how everything seems perfect, like nothing else could ever go wrong?
Maybe its how your world seem to go round and round or how it would halt and stop everything when the timing is just right?
Is love how the other would make you feel complete? The perfect melody to your song?
Is love the unexplainable and fluttery feeling you always get whenever that someone is around and the longing during that someone's absence?
What really is love?
Kuroko Tetsuya looked away from the book he had been reading and tapped a certain red-head that was busy organizing forms his classmates had forgotten to work on days before. The bluenet was currently inside his lover's campus, having visited for Rakuzan's cultural festival.
Akashi was about to glare, having specifically told that he is not to be disturbed. His facial expression however calmed down and his body relaxed upon seeing his lover.
"Yes, my dearest?" Kuroko's face turned red upon hearing the words of endearment.
"Sei-kun, what is love?" Akashi blinked once, then twice.
"Is your question rethorical?"
"I just want to know Sei-kun's opinion"
Akashi stood up, leaving his work behind and faced his lover. With a smile, he cupped the other's chin, prompting it up a little. "Love is you... *a kiss on the bluenet's forehead* you and I * another kiss placed on the oither's nose tip*... Together *and lastly, a kiss on the other's awaiting lips*
Love is... AkaKuro.