Dank Darkwick - Stupid F**king Handsome Face

What was he doing before this? It literally doesn't matter. (He'd been trolling Wickhive and had seen Tomo as Kamiyama online and then started a convo that spiraled out of control, but that's not relevant.) Actually it's incredibly fucking relevant, because it spiraled right into an affectionate confession from Tomo that had sent Zero's heart pounding. How many time had he convinced himself this was once sided? That he was the one pushing Tomo? That one day Tomo would move on and Zero would just be happy for him no matter how much it ached? Too many times to count. He's still telling himself that, but now there's Tomo's own words to contend with in his head. Tomo's own words that Zero had initially fallen in love with because he knew he'd never have to doubt them. Because he knew that no matter how abrasive, they'd always be the truth. Now he's running. Shoes hitting the pavement nearly as fast as his heart against his ribs. He needs to make it to the galaxy express in time. Has to. Needs to. Needs to tell him. Tell him. Tell him. Tell him— He nearly runs smack into Tomo all done up as the Princess of Frostheim. "Use your stigma. I'm not asking. I can't kiss you and talk at the same time." He grabs Tomo by his tie and yanks him into a kiss that's equal parts fervor and tenderness. And then thinks everything he's wanted to say since the night he realized he wanted to ruin their friendship. (edited)

*God, he's dating an idiot. Or maybe an idiot is dating him, another idiot, one who can't keep his fucking mouth shut, who sends dumb fucking messages because he's nervous, as if nobody else on this fucking earth gets nervous and doesn't send stupid shit. He should never call Zero braindead again after this. But he will. He should be mad that Zero is kissing the princess so openly. He should be mad that he didn't even fucking wait for Tomo to actually use his stigma before pulling him in. He should be mad that any of this is even happening at all, that Zero's dumbass actually cared enough to come, that Tomo's dumbass actually let him. He should be. But he's not. Ami, is quick and mumbled just in the knick of time. Ami, which has steadily become amour. Zero doesn't have a mind reading stigma. Tomo thinks his life would be easier if he had. Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid, He pushes Zero away for just long enough to catch his breath and say, I love you, idiot, before he crashes back into him and his lips, onlookers be dammed. Train be dammed. He can be late. This is far more important.*

"He's gonna hate this, he's gonna hate me, god, I shouldn't have come, what the fuck was I thinking—" And then Tomo pushes him away. And says the four words that make Zero dizzy in all the best ways. Tomo's mouth is on his again, hard and aching and real, and Zero thinks he might black out from the sheer rush of it. His hands fist in the fabric at Tomo's waist, needing to hold, needing to anchor—because this feels like slipping into fire, like being consumed. His stream of consciousness isn't rehearsed. But it's real. It's fond. It's loving. It's Kōji.

9:15 PM

"God, you're so beautiful when you’re annoyed. I used to piss you off on purpose just to see it—that little twitch at the corner of your mouth, the way your voice drops low like you're about to murder me with syllables alone. I'd say something shitty just to get under your skin and then spend the whole night replaying how your eyes looked when they narrowed." "I told myself I liked our fights because they were fun. Sharp. Charged. But really, I liked them because it meant I had your attention. I could feel it—you—burning through me. It was the only thing that ever made me feel seen." "I wanted to be near you all the time, even when I said I didn't. I wanted to be the exception to your rules. I wanted to see the side of you you never let anyone else see. And when I did, that first time you laughed—really laughed—I think that was it. I was already fucked. Because after that, nothing else compared." "I hated the way I started watching your hands. The way I wanted to kiss you so badly I thought I was sick. The way I wanted to ruin it. Not because I didn't care, but because I cared too much. Because being just your friend felt like suffocating." "I wanted to hold your face and kiss you slow, and hear you say my name like it meant something. I wanted to be the reason you woke up smiling. I wanted you to look at me like I wasn't just tolerable, but wanted. Loved. Needed." "And every time I almost said something, I swallowed it. Because I was afraid you'd look at me and know. Or worse—decide I was never worth the risk." "And I know I mess up. I talk too much. I say the wrong thing. But if you'll let me—I'll spend the rest of my life trying to deserve that look in your eyes right now." He pulls back from Tomo and whispers against his lips. Quietly, so no one but the two of them can hear. -# "Kamiyama. Tomosei Himeji. Tomo. I love you. All of you." His mouth brushes Tomo's one more time, soft now. Reverent.