[Other than anything involving baseball, Miyuki is pretty sure this is the best thing that's ever happened to him. He doesn't remember ever feeling so happy, so content. The words "I love you" haven't meant anything to him in so long, not since he was much, much smaller with only vague memories of a kind woman with thing fingers. He doesn't want to ever let this go, not now that he has it in the palm of his hand, close to his chest. Not now that he has Koushi spread out under him, open and trusting.
At the same time, he's afraid of so many things. What if he leaves again? What if he hurts Koushi? What if, what if, what if.
Luckily, hearing Koushi whisper I love you back so often- well, it's a good enough distraction. He moves from mouth to cheek, where he finds that little beauty mark he's kissed countless times before. He moves down to Koushi's jaw, presses his lips up along the sharp line of it.
All the while, he doesn't cease in telling Koushi over and over again all the things he likes about him: his smile, his laugh, his eyes, his skin, his hair, his heart, his- everything.]
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At the same time, he's afraid of so many things. What if he leaves again? What if he hurts Koushi? What if, what if, what if.
Luckily, hearing Koushi whisper I love you back so often- well, it's a good enough distraction. He moves from mouth to cheek, where he finds that little beauty mark he's kissed countless times before. He moves down to Koushi's jaw, presses his lips up along the sharp line of it.
All the while, he doesn't cease in telling Koushi over and over again all the things he likes about him: his smile, his laugh, his eyes, his skin, his hair, his heart, his- everything.]