𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗡'𝗦 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬! ━━━━ mao isara (on hold)

44. mask (hiimao)

ᡣ𐭩 . no au | neutral

"You don't need to wear this when you're around me." The voice of Hiiro rings in Mao's ears as the unfamiliar cold temperature of the room caresses his fair skin.

"It's a habit," Mao replies as he glances at the full-face shaped mask now resting beside Hiiro on the settee.

"Why do you wear it anyway? You never told me." Hiiro tilts his head in wonder, wanting to know more about the mysteriousness of his other half.

Mao hesitated for a second, fiddling with his fingers as he tried to form a sentence in his mind that sounded right for him to say. "Since I was of toddler age, my mother always told me to wear a mask, and I was unsure why - I'm still unsure now."

Hiiro tilts his head towards Mao as he leans forward from where he sat. "For whatever reason it may be, I'm sure you don't need it anymore. You're away from her now."

"I don't know... I like wearing it anyway - at least people wouldn't have to look at my hideous face!"

Hiiro frowns at the self-deprecation coming from the other and nudges himself even closer to Mao, "you're not hideous - to me, you're really pretty."

Mao faintly smiles for a quick second and looks away. "Thank you... but-"

"Don't!" Hiiro interrupts him, his face incredibly close to Mao's as he brings a hand up to make Mao face him again. "Don't even say it," Hiiro's voice turns to a whisper. "Don't worry about anyone else's opinions. You are handsome. The most handsome guy there is, especially to me. Step-by-step, I'll show you, and soon you'll notice just how beautiful you are that you won't even need that mask."

Mao was left speechless at Hiiro's words, his face coloured from fluster.