Just a dare to say something kind about myself. I… struggled with it, but you make it so easy.
[ Once he would have said: you’re too good to me. It’s still true, but not as true as… ]
You’re so good to me.
[ Low and full of emotion.
Minor improvement, he thinks.
Mika’s lovebomb has him flustered, a light flush dusting his cheeks. He’s so loved that it makes him happy in that squirmy uncomfortable way - largely good. His heart is so full he doesn’t know what to do, torn between smiling until his cheeks hurt and blinking back a little wetness around his eyes.
Every kiss feels like a scattering of stars, each one a wish from Mika for his happiness and he’s - he’s so grateful. He turns into the last kiss, from pink cheeks to open lips, long and deep and thoroughly showing Mika how much he wants to be close - closer.
He wants to crawl into Mika’s arms and stay there because Mika has the right idea. They should just stay here - together. He could whisper all the things he loves about Mika, too - endless, soppy things. Sugary sweet servings that embarrass and thrill them both. ]
… Let’s go home soon? I don’t know how much longer I can stand being across the room from you.
[ He wants to give Mika more time and space to socialize, but his Mikaela reserves are running low. And every time someone refers to Mika as Mikaela, it startles him slightly - he wonders how close they are to his boyfriend. ]
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[ Once he would have said: you’re too good to me. It’s still true, but not as true as… ]
You’re so good to me.
[ Low and full of emotion.
Minor improvement, he thinks.
Mika’s lovebomb has him flustered, a light flush dusting his cheeks. He’s so loved that it makes him happy in that squirmy uncomfortable way - largely good. His heart is so full he doesn’t know what to do, torn between smiling until his cheeks hurt and blinking back a little wetness around his eyes.
Every kiss feels like a scattering of stars, each one a wish from Mika for his happiness and he’s - he’s so grateful. He turns into the last kiss, from pink cheeks to open lips, long and deep and thoroughly showing Mika how much he wants to be close - closer.
He wants to crawl into Mika’s arms and stay there because Mika has the right idea. They should just stay here - together. He could whisper all the things he loves about Mika, too - endless, soppy things. Sugary sweet servings that embarrass and thrill them both. ]
… Let’s go home soon? I don’t know how much longer I can stand being across the room from you.
[ He wants to give Mika more time and space to socialize, but his Mikaela reserves are running low. And every time someone refers to Mika as Mikaela, it startles him slightly - he wonders how close they are to his boyfriend. ]
Come find me when you’re done, sweetheart?