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1. His eyes
“Maa~kun, if you don’t stop moving I won’t be able to do it,” Ritsu complained, lowering the makeup brush on his hand with an annoyed expression.
Mao whined. “I’m trying, but it tickles .” He scrunched up his nose as if on cue.
Ritsu rolled his eyes.
“How does Anzu even do this? You’re a nightmare to work with.” Ignoring Mao’s complaints he started spreading the contour again on his friend’s face. “You know, you gotta learn how to do your own makeup properly sometime, you guys won’t be able to rely on Anzu or other people forever. You’re lucky that I was free to help you today.”
He knew. Mao thanked every existent god on this earth that his best friend didn’t have any activities that day after school when he desperately called him for help. The thing is, Mao had a vlog to shoot for the company and he absolutely refused to turn on the camera with his questionable makeup skills, but there was no one else he could ask for help at that moment. He knew that Knights was a unit of professionals, though, and Izumi and Arashi probably wouldn’t leave them be if the rest of them didn’t at least know how to do their own makeups appropriately, so Ritsu was his best shot.
And so that took them back to the present time, with Mao sitting on the toilet of his shared bathroom while the older one carefully applied product after product on his face, some of them that he didn’t even know he possessed.
“I’m not that bad, stop.” That was a stretch and he knew it.
Ritsu looked at him in obvious disbelief.
“You’re not that bad but still sounded like you’d cry if I said no on the phone,” he muttered in a sarcastic voice. Ouch , Mao deserved that. “Alright, look up. I’m doing the eyes now and I don’t wanna stab you with the pencil, so you better not move .”
“I’m gonna try,” the redhead deadpanned.
Of course, although it wasn’t a lie and Mao really did try to stay still, it wasn’t long until the weird sensation of the eye pencil running on his skin and the prospect of such a sharp thing near his eyes made him shiver and recoil.
“Mao!” Ritsu chimed, for the first time in what felt like years using his real name. Oh, he was getting really irritated it seemed. “ Ugh , seriously how do they even do your makeup usually?”
Mao would have never expected what came next. In a quick motion, Ritsu put each of his legs on Mao’s sides and sat on his lap, trapping him between his thighs. He then took the eyeliner from the makeup bag and used one of his hands to pull Mao’s head back by his hair, using Mao’s shoulder as support for his elbow.
Mao’s breath hitched and his wide eyes almost popped off, sure that his dark pupils should be covering almost the entirety of the emerald green irises at that moment. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck…
“I’m gonna do the eyeliner. If you even dare to blink I’m seriously gonna bite you,” Ritsu said in the most serious tone he could muster and Mao just knew he was not joking. He would have to seriously control his jitters this time.
The younger one lightly shook his head in understanding and Ritsu started applying the black liquid over his right eyelid. He was so close, Mao could even feel his breath ghosting over his skin. When was the last time their faces have gotten so close like that? Probably when Mao used to take him to school on his back, with Ritsu’s face slotted on the space between his neck and shoulder. However, from that angle, he couldn’t see him so clearly as at that moment, with his fair complexion dotted only by a few almost invisible freckles on his high cheekbones so close to Mao’s tan, oily-skinned one. He couldn’t see the thick, long lashes that framed his eyes so perfectly, to the point where he could count them one by one. He couldn’t see his beautiful red orbs, like two big rubies shining brightly on the middle of his sclera.
If Ritsu wanted Mao to stay still and not blink, then he should really be happy now, because Mao looked almost hypnotized by his irises. Mao remembered the first time he met eyes with Ritsu as a child when they spoke for the first time. He had never seen that color on any other person before, so vibrant and clear, they almost glowed in the dark (maybe because of the Sakumas' vampire nature, but that was thoroughly debatable). It was so mesmerizing, and at the same time, they gave such a warm and gentle feeling, like when Ritsu looked at Mao with genuine love and affection, adoration for the one that was his only friend for roughly ten years visible and almost tangible.
Ritsu’s glare was so soothing and calming that Mao didn’t even notice how much he had relaxed only looking at his best friend, wondering if it would be okay to let his own lashes touch Ritsu’s ones in a childish butterfly kiss.
He didn’t even realize that Ritsu had finished doing the eyeliner until he stood up, taking Mao away from those weird thoughts. He said “Done~” with a satisfied face, even after almost pulling his hair out multiple times because of Mao’s restlessness, and passed the redhead a clear lip balm to apply by himself while he organized the makeup bag again.
And again Mao thanked the gods that the multiple layers of product on his face probably hid the faint blush on his cheeks.
2. His hair
Mao swears he was trying to focus on the work in front of him. He swears he was trying to ignore his very lazy, very clingy, very demanding childhood friend. More than anything, he swears he was really trying to ignore the intoxicating smell from his strawberry shampoo invading his nostrils as Ritsu, sprawled all over Mao’s bed, draped his head on Mao’s shoulder.
“Maa~kun, are you done?” He whined, sing-songing the syllables of the redhead’s nickname.
Mao couldn’t hold back a sigh. He knew right from the start that it was a bad idea to try to finish his proposal with Ritsu in his room.
“I’m almost done, Ritsu.” He answered in a monotonous voice. Ritsu pressed his head further into his shoulder.
“Maa~kun said he was almost done half an hour ago. When are you gonna be done for real?” He sounded almost sad, brushing his bangs on Mao’s neck in a ticklish way. “You said we’d hang out together, that we could have some Maa~kun and Ritchan time after suuuch a long time, but you’ve only been working on this stupid proposal ever since we got here.” The pseudo-vampire complained, and honestly, Mao couldn’t say he was wrong, that’s why he let Ritsu come to his room in the first place anyways, knowing that none of his roommates would be there for the whole afternoon.
But he also knew he couldn’t just ignore his work, who could tell if he wouldn’t be swamped with even more things to do tomorrow? No, it was better to actually finish that first so then he could fully focus on Ritsu instead of keeping putting it off.
“I’m really almost done, Ritchan. I swear I just need to double-check the budget distribution now and then I’m all yours.” He answered, closing his eyes as he massaged his temples. Ritsu didn’t say anything anymore and Mao almost thought he had fallen asleep again.
His attention went back to the laptop screen in front of him then, but of course, he should have imagined it wouldn’t be so easy, it was never that easy when his best friend was involved. In a motion so swift Mao couldn’t even feel what he had done, the younger one felt his bangs slowly coming down from his hairclip and falling in front of his eyes. Not even a second later, nimble fingers started carding through his locks, twirling and pulling on the little hairs on his nape as Mao kept typing on the computer, trying not to get distracted.
“Your hair got so long,” Ritsu hummed in a melodic voice, the tips of his fingers lightly brushing against Mao’s neck and making him shiver.
“Yeah, I should probably get a haircut soon,” the redhead said, not taking his eyes away from the screen. Ritsu gave a low hum.
“I like it like that, it suits you more~” He stated matter of factly and Mao could swear he felt something tug at his heart. “Your hair used to be longer too when we were kids, but you started trimming it short in Middle School because you didn’t want it pricking your skin.”
Mao scoffed. And whose fault is that? He thought but didn’t say it out loud. Instead, he took another deep breath and inhaled the sickly sweet aroma of Ritsu’s strawberry shampoo.
“And what about you?” Ritsu made a small ‘hm’ in confusion. “Since when did you start using fruity shampoos like that? I thought you liked more neutral things like roses and aloe because of your sensitive nose,” Mao explained.
Ritsu sighed and told him, “I do. But my shampoo ran out and I forgot to buy a new bottle, so I had to use Mikarin’s. He loves these nauseatingly sweet things, ugh .”
Mao could only smile in sympathy for his childhood friend, reaching his shoulder to lightly pat Ritsu’s head in a comforting gesture. His fingers tangled in the raven-haired boy’s locks just like Ritsu’s did earlier with him, scratching his scalp lightly with his long fingernails for guitar playing. Ritsu almost purred at that and Mao had to hold back a laugh. His hair was always so soft, his thick black strands naturally curved at the ends framing his porcelain face perfectly. Mao remembered when Ritsu used to complain as a kid how he could never wear anything on his head since it would always slip through his very straight hair, but as they grew up and changed so did their bodies and he didn’t seem to have that problem anymore.
Mao let his hand fall back on the keys of the computer when the older one stopped responding to his caresses, probably truly asleep again that time, and just for a brief moment, he had to bite back the urge of running his nose through the soft locks of his friend’s hair, let the fragrant strands touch his lips. From where did that come from?
As he looked back at the screen though, the little hairs at his nape stood on edge in premonition and the next thing he knew, he was writhing in agony as his best friend laughed cutely after leaving a wet kiss on Mao’s neck.
3. His fingers
“Literally, it’s not that serious,” Ritsu said in a resigned voice as his best friend turned on the faucet all the way and let the cold water run over Ritsu’s fingers, trapped in an iron grip in Mao’s hand. After what felt like minutes, Mao turned it off again but didn’t let go of his hand, actually pulling Ritsu aside to sit him on one of the stools on the countertop. He then started rummaging through the cabinets of Starmony Dorm’s kitchen while the pseudo-vampire let out a sigh. “I swear Maa~kun, it doesn’t even hurt.”
Mao just gave him an unreadable look and continued searching for whatever he was looking after, probably a first-aid kit.
How could Ritsu say it was nothing when his fingers looked like that, slowly swelling in angry red blisters? Mao couldn’t possibly leave him like that, especially when he felt guilty for what happened in the first place.
Mao was never a bad cooker, he would say he could handle himself pretty well if you asked him. But his knowledge when it came to cooking was limited and if there was something he wasn’t great at was making sweets. He knew, he knew, he should have asked for Ritsu’s guidance right from the start before he exploded something, but it was just a simple cupcake recipe and his childhood friend seemed so busy lately doing things with Knights. He didn’t want to bother him and he really needed to test that recipe for Trickstar before they would actually have to start working on their Halloween treats.
Obviously, things didn’t go as he planned and he ended up actually being aided by Ritsu, the raven-haired boy quickly showing up at the door when his inhumanly good nose picked up the scent of something burning. If only Mao had been more careful, if only Ritsu didn’t have to take the baking tray out of the oven in a hurry without properly putting on oven mitts instead of using a dishcloth, maybe he wouldn’t have gotten hurt. But there was no taking back now.
Mao got up as soon as he found the little box with the first aid tools Niki had promptly put there in case of emergencies. Sitting in front of Ritsu on the stools, he took out the bandages and the ointment before taking Ritsu’s hand again, this time more gently, and giving the burns a good look before carefully spreading the medicine on his fingers, all the while in utter silence.
Ritsu watched him as he took care of his wounds, he was really telling the truth when he said it wasn’t so bad. Ritsu was used to getting burned once in a while after all those years of sweets making, and this time was definitely not one of the worsts. Still, there was something lovely in the way Mao didn’t waste a second on treating him like he was a precious thing (maybe he was in the eyes of the company so he should probably be more careful from now on). But it was a small thing compared to saving his best friend from maybe getting an even worse outcome.
He poked Mao between his furrowed brows with his free hand. The younger one lifted his head in a whiplash, caught off guard.
“Stop blaming yourself,” Ritsu said in his mellow voice, Mao looking like a deer caught in headlights as he heard those words. Ritsu sighed, “I’m your best friend, remember? I just know you must be going through endless possibilities in your head, saying ‘if I have done this, if I had tried that’... Don’t , it really wasn’t that serious. Sure, you should have asked for my help before trying to burn the kitchen down, indeed, but this is much better than thinking of what could have happened to you all alone. I’ll be fine.” He smiled and Mao was trying so hard not to feel even more guilty after those words.
He ended up finishing applying the ointment in silence, starting to wrap Ritsu’s fingers up with the bandages in careful twists. Ritsu’s fingers, long and delicate, pale and immaculate save from the new burn marks, so different from Mao’s ones full of calluses from guitar and paper cuts from Student Council work. Ritsu’s fingers, which he so diligently used to make the most amazing sweets even if their decoration was questionable, to make pretty handicrafts like the necklace he gave Mao a while ago, to carefully brew delicious tea. Ritsu’s fingers, from which flowed the most beautiful melodies on the keys of a piano, who seemed to dance on their own and fill any place with enthralling music that he would then claim was not as good as Tsukipi’s (what a bullshit). Ritsu’s fingers, which he used to card through Mao’s hair when the younger boy was stressed, which he used to wipe Mao’s tears since they were children, which he would intertwine with Mao’s before a live or shooting when one of them was particularly nervous. Ritsu’s fingers, which were as precious as him.
He finished wrapping those fingers while letting his thoughts go wild about those things. He then let go of Ritsu’s hand to put the tools back on the box and got up to return it to its rightful place. Before he could make a move, however, Ritsu said softly:
“Not even a kiss?” Mao stopped dead in his tracks, looking back at his childhood friend. “Maa~kun used to kiss my wounds when we were kids, saying they’d heal faster. Maa~kun is no fun anymore.” He laughed in amusement seeing the redhead's flushed face as he hurried to the drawer where he found the first aid kit.
If only Ritsu knew about the things going through Mao’s head at that exact moment…
4. His voice
His head was exploding. His temples ached like hell and it looked like a loud bell was ringing and pounding inside his skull.
Mao was fully aware that was one of the effects of his lack of sleep over the last few days, but with so many things pilling up, Student Council work, new Trickstar song, new choreography, video shooting, and midterms coming up, he had things to prioritize over having a proper night’s rest. He knew if any of his friends, especially Ritsu, knew what he had been doing, cutting sleep short to practice the new routine or his vocals in the mornings, skipping meals sometimes in order to go through the new load of Dream Fests that would end up at his table every goddamn day, he would surely get an earful.
But now that he finally had some free time he could afford to use for a nap or something, he couldn’t fall asleep no matter how much he tried. His phone was also dead and he forgot to retrieve his charger from the StuCo room, so he also couldn’t listen to music until he fell asleep like he usually did. He even tried reading some manga, hopeful that it’d make him a bit sleepy, but his excruciating headache wouldn’t let his eyes focus on the black and white panels.
Seriously, was that some kind of joke or something? Did the universe really feel that much pleasure in seeing Isara Mao suffering?
As if things couldn’t get worse, he heard footsteps approaching his door. Great, he was hoping none of his roommates would come back for now, so he could sleep in peace and not be bothered, but apparently, that wasn’t the case. He heard the keys turning, and was already preparing himself to hide under the blankets when the lights were turned on…
Which never happened. The door was swiftly closed back and the almost soundless footsteps approached him, still in the dark. When the newcomer carefully sat at the edge of his bed, Mao already knew who that was.
“Ritchan,” he said almost inaudibly, but he knew that Ritsu heard him.
“Hey,” the pseudo-vampire answered back, just as softly.
“What are you doing here?” Mao then asked, lowering the blanket that covered half his face.
“What do you think I’m doing, dummy? Checking on you,” Ritsu said as if it was obvious. “That loud kid from your unit said that you didn’t look so well in basketball practice and went straight to the dorms after. Besides,” he took something from his pocket, “You forgot your charger in the StuCo room, which isn’t like you at all. So I came here.” He stood up, plugging said charger on his friend’s dead phone, which immediately lit up and Mao smiled at the kind gesture. Ritsu wasn’t done talking yet, though, turning to his best friend once more. “You haven’t been taking care of yourself, have you?” Mao gulped, like he was caught red-handed. How did he know? Ritsu sighed. “Of course I know. Remember? Maa~kun and I have a heart-to-heart connection.” He winked and Mao had to hold back a giggle, maybe he should give that theory more credit indeed.
Anyway, he was actually more curious about how Ritsu got to enter his room if he had no spare keys before remembering that he had probably stolen the master key from Eichi’s office again. “It’s okay, he owes me something,” Ritsu had said last time he asked, and honestly, Mao wasn’t really in the mood to question him any further right now.
He grumbled something as another painful stab hit his skull, grimacing. Ritsu must have immediately noticed because his playful expression turned worried once more in the blink of an eye and he sat again on Mao’s bed, propping his back on the headboard and swinging his legs up so he could get under the blanket as well. He then gently pulled Mao’s head onto his lap, his fingers carefully massaging his scalp in a try to relieve some of his pain. Mao allowed himself to relax under his touch, his ear, pressed against Ritsu’s ribcage, could hear the faint beatings of his heart, lulling him softly.
And then Ritsu started singing. A familiar, soft tune that had been ingrained in Mao’s mind in Ritsu’s angelic voice. That same song he would always fall asleep listening to day after day, whose culprit of conditioning it on his brain was none other than his best friend. And if he was really being honest, he was very grateful for that.
Ritsu’s voice always did things to him, from soft-spoken words in his ear that would make Mao shiver to elegant songs in grandiose stages with hundreds of fans watching to sweet lullabies hushed in between them as they fell asleep together as children. Ritsu’s voice was the most beautiful Mao had ever heard in his life. How could someone be blessed with such heavenly sounds? Ritsu was born to let his voice be heard by the world, he was born to enchant people with the lyrics that flowed out of his mouth. And Mao would absolutely ascertain that he would always be Ritsu’s first and biggest fan.
The younger one didn’t even notice when his eyes started to close. The headache that was bothering him so much before now like a faint echo due to Ritsu’s powerful singing. And as he slowly fell asleep, he could only smile thinking that he should give his best friend a kiss for always helping him have the nicest rests with his beautiful voice.
5. His lips
Mao flipped page after page of his newest manga volume as he listened to Ritsu hum a Knights song under his breath (by what the redhead could tell, Promise Swords). It was a lazy weekend and the younger one had some free time at hand, so he decided to hang out in his best friend’s room and spend some time with him before hectic schedules decided to keep them both apart again.
Right now, while Mao only absent-mindedly tried to focus on the story in front of him, Ritsu sat prettily on the vanity he and Mika shared, testing lip tint after lip tint and deciding which ones he liked the best for a new collab Knights was doing with a popular makeup brand. Sometimes Mao would hear him snap a picture of himself with a shade he particularly liked until he suddenly stood up and walked in Mao’s direction holding only two of the options.
“Alright,” he started, looking down at his best friend who was currently laying down on his bed. “Which one do you like more? Strawberry Punch,” he showed Mao a picture of him wearing a rosy pink gloss on his lips, not really much different from their usual color, “Or Cherry Soda?” He then lowered the phone and lifted Mao’s chin to look directly at him.
Mao’s eyes widened. The color on Ritsu’s lips was a pretty shade of purplish pink, almost like Mao’s own hair color. He had never seen his childhood friend make such a bold choice when picking makeup products, but it wasn’t an unwelcome change. If anything, Mao thought that it suited Ritsu marvelously well.
“Woah, I really like this one,” he said, sitting up to look closer. “I don’t think I ever saw you wearing something like this,” he smiled genuinely.
Ritsu furrowed his brows and sat down beside him.
“Really? Doesn’t it look weird or something?” He sounded honestly troubled.
“Why? You didn’t like it?” Mao asked, confused.
“I did like it,” Ritsu answered, pushing a stray lock of his hair behind his ear. “But as you said, I never used something like this before. What if people find it odd? Unfitting of my image in Knights?”
He looked dejected and Mao could just feel that something was off.
“When did you start getting so worried about what people will think of something as small as this?” The redhead asked. “Different doesn’t always mean bad. Didn’t we find that out together?” He gave his best friend a light push on his shoulder with his own.
Still, Ritsu looked bothered. There was something else that was tormenting him and Mao just couldn’t put his finger on the exact reason. He sighed, taking one more look at the raven-haired’s lips and thinking hard about which words to use to try and lift up his mood.
The color was indeed very pretty, a little more red and vibrant than Mao’s hair. It popped out in Ritsu’s pale skin, like a white rose stained with paint. It also made his thin lips look fuller, glossier, the little white tips of his fangs peeking out cutely when he retracted them in a gulp motion. Ritsu had such pretty lips, it was what Mao thought now that he was actually taking his time to analyze them properly. So smooth, with no chaps. So cute when he jutted them out in a pout. So brilliant when he smiled and let his melodic laugh resound. So… kissable.
What was happening with him lately? Why was he suddenly having these kinds of thoughts just by observing his best friend? He didn’t know. He didn’t know if he wanted to know the answer either. So he just shook his head and tried to come up with anything he could say about the matter at hand.
“I think… That this color looks super pretty on you.” Okay, nice start. “Like, I’d totally kis… Kill! I’d totally kill to get it if I were your fans.” Safe. At least he hoped so.
When he looked at Ritsu, though, his childhood friend was blushing, in a way that Mao haven’t seen him do in a terribly long time. Maybe not that safe in the end.
The pseudo-vampire didn’t comment on it, however, just smiled a little.
“Thanks. Guess I’ll go with this color, then.” He stated, getting up while typing on his phone, probably to let the others know his pick.
Mao kept staring at his back as he walked back towards the vanity to organize the lip tints littering it. How to get out of that awkward situation?
Mao looked back at his manga.
“Hey, do you wanna play a game or something?”
+ Him
“You’re so bad at this,” Mao couldn’t contain his laugh as he watched his friend die yet another time in the game they were playing.
Ritsu grumbled and brushed his bangs aside, using Mao’s hairclip (that he had stolen) to pin them back.
“You know I don’t game very often, don’t make fun of me, Maa~kun.” He kicked Mao’s shin lightly in annoyance. “If you wanted a pro gamer to play with you, you should have called your friend Yuu-kun or something.” The pseudo-vampire said, dejected.
Mao smiled at his words and softly kicked his best friend’s shin back in playful banter.
“Nah, I wanted to play with you. It’s been such a long time since we’ve done anything like that, anyway.”
“I mean, you never really have time for us to do these things anymore,” Ritsu muttered to himself, realizing what he had just said a second after. “Sorry. I know it’s not entirely your fault. I know you’re trying your best to make time for us and I’m also pretty busy myself with Knights and such, it’s just that…” He sighed, looking down. “I miss you.”
He looked so small after saying that. Was that what was bothering him the whole day? Mao’s absence? He thought they made up with that fact long ago but Mao guessed those feelings wouldn’t just go away. It wouldn’t be fair to think that Ritsu couldn’t feel that way when Mao missed him just as much as well. His clinginess, his demands, his overly affectionate attention, his complaints. Mao missed all of that and oh… There was that feeling again, the feeling of wanting to smother Ritsu’s face and make him smile beautifully again. The feeling of loving his best friend wholeheartedly, without restrictions, like Ritsu had always tried to.
Oh… Ritsu had always tried to . Mao was so dumb. Stupid hetero pride, he laughed.
In a quick motion, before he could lose this newly acquired courage, Mao bent forward and kissed his cheek. Ritsu’s head whiplashed in Mao’s direction, his beautiful eyes looking in complete surprise.
“Maa~kun…?”
“I’m sorry. I know you were being super honest right now and I feel the same, but… I just couldn’t stop thinking…” He gulped, looking at Ritsu’s lips, still covered in that pretty cherry lip tint. “That I really wanna kiss you right now… Can I?”
The silence that followed his words was beyond awkward, beyond unbearable, and transcended any other moment of anxiety Mao could ever have in his short-lived life. Finally, Ritsu spoke.
“Are you stupid?” Mao’s eyes widened in shock. What? “Maa~kun, I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that for like forever .” The older one started smiling again, a kind of smile that Mao could count on his fingers the times he had actually seen it. He was genuinely happy. “Of course you can kiss me, you dummy.”
Mao didn’t waste another second. Slowly moving forward as if he was tiptoeing in a river he didn’t know the depth of, he closed his eyes and lightly pressed his lips on Ritsu’s, a small peck between two awkward boys who had never kissed anyone else before. The kiss lasted no more than seconds, but it was enough to test the waters, to know it was safe to do it again, bolder, more confident.
Their eyes met for a brief moment before they were diving in again, this time Mao’s tongue lapping on Ritsu’s cherry-flavored bottom lip was welcomed with a pleased hum, giving him permission to fully explore Ritsu’s mouth. The kiss was hungry and a little messy, their teeth colliding here and there given the lack of experience from the both of them, and Mao shivered a little when Ritsu’s fangs lightly scratched his tongue, but the pleasure was immeasurable. They both could see in each other’s eyes when they stopped to breathe how much they longed for that, even if Mao himself had only realized that a few minutes before.
Those hypnotic eyes Mao couldn’t stray his gaze away as he slowly lowered Ritsu down onto the bed, that soft hair (now with his usual scent) brushing gingerly against Mao’s forehead as he approached their faces again, those gentle fingers venturing themselves under Mao’s shirt as Ritsu traced patterns on his back, that tender voice softly whispering “I love you” between ragged breaths, those delicate lips Mao couldn’t wait to taste again when he once more clashed with his own.
Everything about Ritsu was made to be loved, cherished, worshiped. And Mao knew, that although he took so long to come to terms with his feelings, in his heart he was the one who adored all those aspects of his most special person the most. Not only that, of course, even though those outwardly features made Ritsu the prettiest person Mao had ever seen (and heck, he was so pretty), his heart was the most beautiful too. Even if he was whiny, and jealous, and possessive, and had a bunch of other flaws (and honestly, who doesn’t), he was kind, and smart, and empathetic, and had so much love to give, so much talent the world had yet to see.
Mao loved him so much.
They kissed for what felt like hours, exploring each other’s mouths, bodies, and faces like it was something new for them both, and in a sense, it was. Kisses littered here and there, on his eyelids, his forehead, his cheeks, his neck, his nose, his collarbones, the palm of his hands, the top of his head, anywhere Mao ever thought of kissing him. And his mouth, so sweet and addictive, that he could keep tasting fore…
“Ritsu-kuuuun~ Have ya seen my…” Mika stood frozen on the doorway as soon as he put his colorful eyes on the couple, breathless, sweaty, and with hair and clothes in pretty much a mess as they turned their heads to look back at him. “...Sewin’ kit.”
He looked back between both his friends as if deciding if that was thoroughly traumatic or if it was about time. Ritsu cleared his throat.
“You left it in the bathroom. Again .” He chimed, scolding his roommate as he talked about how he almost sat on one of Mika’s huge needles again as if nothing was happening.
After Mika retrieved his so beloved sewing kit then, he went back to the room and gave the couple one last look, debating if he should say anything else, before he smiled and turned around to go away, looking convinced that yeah, it was about time.
And Mao couldn’t agree more as he looked back at Ritsu and laughed.