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Part 2 of Macaron
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2018-06-10
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Saccharine Sunset

Summary:

When they woke up, their feelings woke too.

Work Text:

In a secluded part of a school, a blond and a slighter blacket could be found leaning against each other, deep within dreamland.

As the sun began to set, dyeing the blue sky soothing orange tones, Ohta's eyelids peeked open. His gaze unfocused from the remnants of sleep, he blinks. Once. Twice. Three times. He blinks away the last bits of haze that clouded his mind. The weight on his shoulder reminds him that his friend was still fast asleep. He made a mental note not to move as much as he could.

He gazes over at his dozing black-haired friend, sometime during their nap Tanaka had nudged closer and laid his curled up legs a little ways on Ohta's thigh.

It didn't bother the blond though. Instead, what really bothered him was that the boy was far too light for comfort. The limbs plastered over his own were not heavy enough to even cause some numbness in his leg.

Rays of yellow from the dusking sun shone though the obsidian stands of hair, giving them an iridescent-esque sheen, and gathered on his cheeks in freckles of light. In that moment, however, Ohta's eyes wandered elsewhere.

Tanaka's lips.

They were dry, a little chapped and impossibly saturated in colour. They were pink and held a tinge of red. And in contrast with his incredibly pale skin, they were reminiscent of tiny rose buds waiting to bloom.

"..."

Without realization, Ohta was already hovering over him.

He kissed him.

Dreading his actions, he shifted away, eyes trained on the boy's closed ones to be sure he's not awake. He accidentally brushes his lips against the black-haired boy's own a little when he moved. But he didn't get too far however, since Tanaka's lashes fluttered up. Onyx orbs stared back into his own dark ones. Perhaps it was because he just woke up, but Tanaka's eyes, though still had sleepiness lingering, brilliantly shone in the embers of dusk. It was as if they were sparkling. If it was possible, Ohta would have lost himself staring into them forever.

Ohta had never noticed this before, now, all he sees is beauty. Beauty beyond belief. Tanaka was, no, is simply ravishing.

Ah.

He's awake. He's awake and he's staring at him—oh no... What is he going to think?!! I hope he doesn't know about that... Noo!... And a million other thoughts flew through his mind on that instant. What—

—what if he hates me?...

That was something the blond would never want. Fearful, he hazarded a glance down, breaking, unwillingly, away from the gaze of his friend.

It unnerved him.

The flood of millions of probabilities blanked him. Every single one led seemingly to an inevitable damage to their friendship— if they even still have that.

"A-about that... I errr... I'm sor—"

His despondent stuttering was cut off when warm hands curled around the crook of his arm, tugging. A silent plop on his shoulder was enough to curb his rambling.

"It's fine." Tanaka replied airily.

'It's fine.' Ohta repeated in his head, not daring yet to speak. All his previous thoughts hurled out the proverbial window.

With an amused snort, the blacket continued "That's why you should just marry me already."

Letting go of the breath he didn't know he was holding, Ohta looked up back at Tanaka. The least he could do was say it properly, so under the last embers of the sinking sun he confessed.

"I love you." Said the blond.

"I've waited for this." The blacket replied.

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