Mashiho faded as soon as he realized what Haruto had said. The taller banged on the mirror, asking for Mashiho to reappear, but to no avail. It wasn't until later that night that the boy with yellow highlights appeared.
"I have lied. I can see you as you see me, Mr. Handsome. But I need to trick you so I can escape this prison I have been trapped in for a decade." Mashiho whispered sadly, looking at Haruto's sleeping figure. He was on the ground in the sleeping bag that had been provided for the night, looking so peaceful that Mashiho wanted to leap out of the mirror and cuddle with him.
"Master of Reflection, may I use my hour now?" Mashiho asked in his mind. Every half year, he could use one hour of time outside of the mirror. He could also save up time and divide the hours saved up and use them little by little throughout the year.
"Are you sure? You are going out for your first time in ten years. Make sure you are not seen much." the Master of Reflection whispered in his mind before unlocking the mirror. Mashiho walked up to it and stepped right through, something he had always tried but had never accomplished. He walked right up to the sleeping figure of Haruto and knelt down next to him, admiring his features. He dragged his fingers across the skin of the other's cheek over and over for a while. Glancing at the clock, he realized his time was halfway up. Mashiho draped himself over Haruto's body until he was on top of him and pressed their cheeks together, hugging him.
"I think maybe you are the right one for me, the one who will help me escape the mirror. But it depends on you falling for me, which will never happen. What could I give you? I am nothing. I am worthless." Mashiho whispered before kissing Haruto's cheek and falling asleep. The next morning, he woke up inside of the mirror, recalling memories of last night.
Mashiho looked on the other side of the mirror and saw that Haruto was already awake and was taking clothes out of his drawer. Immediately, the trapped boy turned away and shut his eyes, only turning around when he was sure that Haruto was at least wearing pants. He looked over the younger's toned body and blushed, realizing what he was doing. 'Mashiho, stop looking you pervert.' he thought to himself before looking down.
"Cutie, are you in there?" he heard a voice and then someone banging on the mirror. Mashiho looked up and saw Haruto standing there, palms pressed against the glass.
"Hello." Mashiho said, stepping into Haruto's view. The younger smiled and sat on the floor of his room, staring at him.
"My name is Haruto." he stated.
"I didn't ask, Haruto." Mashiho said while rolling his eyes.
"I like when you say my name, cutie." Haruto told him.
"I wish you would say my name."Mashiho sighed.
"But 'cutie' suits you much better. Because you are one!" Haruto defended, and Mashiho flushed a deep red.
"I am flattered, Mr. Flirt. Tell me, how else do you think I look?" Mashiho smiled slightly, pressing his hands against the mirror from the inside. Haruto stepped closer to the mirror and peered down upon him, analyzing the shorter. He put his own hands on the mirror against the other's, so their hands were only separated by the glass. He couldn't help but laugh as he saw the difference in the size of their hands; his were much larger than Mashiho's small ones.
After a while he responded. "You look like... bottom boyfriend material." Haruto smirked before exiting the room, leaving Mashiho dumbfounded, flustered, and shocked. Heat crept up into his face as he smiled with glee, disappearing to beyond the mirror to tell Doyoung, Master of Reflection and his frenemy, what had just happened.
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Through the Mirror
FanfictionA boy moves into a new house and finds there is a cute but strange boy that appears in his mirror.
