The blonde stared down at Aine as he cradled him within his grip. His brows raised in confusion; was he sleep talking? Realizing this brought another large smile to the tender blonde’s features.
“Aine-chan is so cute…” he whispered to himself, pushing some hair from his doll-like face.
But then Natsuki blinked again, “Tell me?“ he asked confused, “Tell me what Aine-chan?” Natsuki pondered aloud, not entirely aware that the tealette wasn’t conciously replying to him.
Aine took a breath and faced the Natsuki in his dreams; whose emerald eyes shone at him with tenderness.
How long would those gentle eyes hold that tenderness for him? Him, the selfish person who can only dream than love. Would those gentle eyes fade away from him someday and turn into hate?
The tealette froze in hesitation under the cherry blossom tree, as he faced Natsuki in his dream. His lips wouldn’t move; his heart hesitated to tell the answer. This familiar feeling of holding back… He lowered his sight to the ground, avoiding his dream blonde’s gaze and bit his lip.
I can’t do it.
I can’t tell him.
I’m not worthy to be with him.
I should give up.
“Tell me what Aine-chan?”
Aine widened his eyes, hearing the blonde’s clear voice speak to him in his dream. He looked back up to stare at the smiling blonde, who beckoned him to tell him.
Natsuki…
As a gentle wind blew through his blossom-covered hair in dream and reality, it carried the words he held in lips.
“I love you, Natsuki.”
It was just a dream right…?
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