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Low Lights And Silhouettes. ⇆ㅤ ||◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷||ㅤ ↻
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Narrator's Perspective.
Cheeks in red hue and eyes dazed and still. skin as soft as silk and lips as tender as butter. Kokonoi's palm caresses the face of the woman he adores, (Y/N) was her name. black orbs dead serious as it stared at her taken aback (E/C) ones. the towel on (Y/N)'s head slowly slid down in timing when she finally regained herself again.
I Love You.
I Love You.
I Love You.
"what? Hajime. what did you just say?" she backed away, blinking as the ivory-haired male who closed his eyes with a sigh of defeat.
"damn, can you be more considerate for once? i just confessed, Damn it!" he attempted to stand up, only for his knees to pull him back to the couch again. seems like gravity is defying him in this time of embarrassment.
"No, Kokonoi -" (Y/N)'s action surprised him. she cupped his cheeks and stared at him with their face inches apart. "repeat what you said." there was a soggy crack on her tone as she smiled.
Hajime rolled his eyes, "I Love You, Okay? now if you're gonna insult me, go on."
(Y/N) laughed, mind up in the clouds. Kokonoi mentally furrowed his brows at this. "so this is what it felt like -woah!"
