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[Shuji trusts Mista. He'll always trust Mista, and especially when he's being serious like this.

So he breathes in, and forces the words out with his exhale.]

I like you as more than just a friend. Romantically.

[Even with the reassurance, he's tense. Worried that this is too weird, too creepy, too something, and it's going to change how Mista thinks of him.]

[There it is.]

[Mista--grins. Some subtle tension in his shoulders releases, relaxing nerves that he was trying so hard not to show or even think about. He wasn't wrong, or misinterpreting. He's just been incredibly fucking slow, which isn't so unusual anyway. Especially with something like this.]

[God, Shuji's so nervous, though. It's cute, which is probably mean, but that's just how it is. He reaches out, hesitates, and then closes the distance, pushing Shuji's hair out of his face fondly.]

Good. That means we're on the same page, you and me.

[We're on the same page, Mista says, with his hand in Shuji's hair and sitting so close that Shuji could just kiss him if he tried, but-

That's not the answer he expected, and he doesn't know how to process it at first. The same page. Mista feels the same way. As in he likes Shuji as more than a friend. Romantically.

Shuji's eyes are wide, his face is red, and he should really have a poetic line prepared for Mista returning his feelings, something to suit the moment, but he's never even considered that this would happen.]

...You, um. We are?

[So all that he can manage are a few unpoetic words.]

Yeah. At least I think so? I--

[Boy, Shuji's flustered response is pretty contagious. Mista was nervous before, but he knew what he wanted to say; now it's all flown out of his head. Does that reaction mean Shuji doesn't want him to feel the same way? Is it weird that he does? What's even happening?]

[He chews his lip for a moment and tries again.]

It's just I've been thinking about it a while and trying to figure out how, you know, what I was feeling and stuff, and I don't know--I don't know, you're my friend but you're . . . when I make you smile I feel like I won something incredible, and I think I've been flirting with you for months, and I like it a lot, and I just--

[Fuck. He clears his throat and tries again.]

'M sorry I took so fucking long, and I'm sorry if I'm doing this all wrong, but Jesus, Shuji. Yeah--I'm in love with you.

[And that, that's something Shuji can't possibly doubt. Even with all his conviction that telling Mista about his crush would only ruin their friendship, and that there was no way Mista would return his feelings- He can't deny it now.

The blush doesn't abate, but his eyes go even wider - and then he breaks out into the biggest smile Mista's ever seen on his face.]

You - of course you're doing it perfectly, I never thought you would - Mista-

[This time, when he clings to Mista, it's not because he's terrified or he needs to reassure himself that Mista's still alive and well. This time it's because the person he loves the most told him he loves him, and his heart will burst out of his chest if he doesn't do something.]

[He lets out an oof when Shuji grabs hold of him again, but let's be real, he doesn't mind. Surprised or not, instinct tells him to wrap his arms around Shuji tight and pull him as close as he can, and that's an instinct that serves him well pretty much every time. Shuji is incredibly huggable.]

That's my name.

[It's a dumb joke that he doesn't put much effort into, and it's not that convincing, either, because he's grinning so hard it sounds in his voice. He rubs the space in between Shuji's shoulderblades and finally gives into the urge to bury his face in Shuji's hair.]

[Shuji is very huggable, and his hair is soft and he likes Mista playing with it and touching his back. He is very in favor of everything that's happening right now.

Most of all, that Mista loves him. Mista loves him.

And Shuji-]

I love you, I love you so much...

[Even if it's said into Mista's chest, the words are clear. Shuji needs them to be clear. Mista should know without a doubt, for the rest of his life, that Shuji loves him.]

[Oh. Shit, that's--]

Love you too.

[Which he sort of mumbles, because he's so overwhelmed and delighted and . . . what was he worried about, he doesn't even remember. Everything in the world that's bad or confusing disappears in the face of Shuji, who is so happy he really can't control himself. It's the best thing that's ever happened in Mista's whole life, he thinks, and he doesn't know what to say in response to it.]

[Suddenly tongue-tied as he is, he focuses on hugging Shuji tighter, and on kissing the top of his head, which is the only thing he can reach right now. Shuji loves him, it's stupid not to pepper him with the ten million kisses he obviously deserves.]

[Mista deserves a ten million kisses too, and it's harder to kiss him from this position. Who wants to be kissed on the shirt?

So as much as the kisses make him feel warm and fluttery, he has to pull back for a second and set his hand on Mista's cheek, gently tilt his jaw lower so that Shuji can lean back in and kiss him. Soft, sweet, chaste.

He's never been so nervous in his life about kissing someone. Not even his first time, or when he had braces and was scared of hurting somebody's lip. Those kisses weren't important. This one is.]

[So: Shuji kisses him.]

[It's sweet and gentle. It's over and done before Mista really has time to adjust to the fact that it's happening. It's the kind of kiss Mista thought Shuji might give him, when he thought about it, which was a lot--but at the same time, he was in no way ready for it.]

[His eyes stay closed and his lips slightly parted for a few dazed moments after Shuji kisses him. He's flushed and startled and overwhelmed and lots of things he doesn't have words for.]

[When he opens his eyes, he blinks down at Shuji and then touches his lips with the tips of his fingers. Shuji kissed him.]

. . . Wow.

[He's looking at Shuji right now like he's the eighth wonder of the world. Which--obviously he is? Just look at him.]

[It's a quick kiss. Shuji's definitely kissed people for longer, with tongue and everything, but that's not the kind of kiss this is.

When he pulls back, Mista is dazed. He doesn't even open his eyes right away, and when he does and he touches his lips like that - Shuji could just about die from how cute Mista's being.

Mista's perfect, who wants to look at him? (The only time Shuji will ever think that phrase.)

He beams at Mista, smiling so wide that it actually hurts his face a little.]

You don't get to have all the fun.

[He has gotten his revenge. Kissing revenge.]

[Mista's thinking of everything and nothing right now. His mind's buzzing with thoughts and at the same time totally blank. He wonders if his breath smells. Maybe he should've shaved before they had this conversation, he's definitely scruffier than he probably should be. Maybe he should shower, or change.]

[Shuji's smiling so much. It's making Mista's stomach flip pretty much nonstop.]

I've been thinking about kissing you for days.

[It comes out sort of soft, like a confession. He's still stunned, and it shows, but--]

Can I?

[They both probably should shower. They've been outside for what was apparently days, even though it doesn't seem like that would be possible. Shuji has grass stains on his pants from tripping while trying to avoid a monster.

He's not considering that now. It's not important.]

Of course you can. I'm never going to say no to that.

[The idea of rejecting a kiss from Mista is ridiculous.]

[His relief is immediately palpable. He wasn't exaggerating about how much he's been thinking about this; when he wasn't running from monsters, he was thinking about how really, he could have and maybe should have kissed Shuji before they got separated. He was so close.]

[This, when he leans in and presses his lips to Shuji's, is the kiss he thought of when he came in the door and saw Shuji again, though. It's still sweet and not so long, but there's feeling behind it that he isn't sure he has the words to express--relief, gratitude, and the enormous love he feels for Shuji.]

[And while words are not his strong suit necessarily, if there's one thing Mista is good at, it's physical affection. He's a good kisser, and he's been thinking about this one for a while.]

[Mista is a good kisser. Shuji would think that Mista's kisses were miracles whether or not he was good at them, to be honest.

It's his turn to be stunned for a second, even when Mista pulls away.]

...You're wonderful. You know that?

[It's important that Mista knows that. Shuji will remind him as often as it takes.]

[He never knows what to say when Shuji says stuff like that. Someday he'll realize it's the same as when the situation's reversed, when Shuji doesn't know what to say in his turn--but for now it just leaves him kind of flustered and sheepish.]

I--if you say so. Then I guess I believe it.

[He'll probably forget in under a minute. He's too busy staring at Shuji to think, honestly.]

[It's hard for them to understand that they have an equal level of ridiculous dokis for each other.]

You'd better, because it's true. I have never lied to you, ever, about anything.

...Okay no, one time you asked me when that paper I was supposed to be working on was due and I said two weeks and it was actually due in two days. But that was the only time.

[And Mista might have made him go work on it instead of hang out with him!!]

You what?

[Okay, he wants to chastise Shuji for this, and he's trying, but mostly he's failing. Because he's grinning. Because he's pretty sure the reason Shuji lied was because he wanted to hang out, and that's ridiculously cute.]

You can't do that kinda stuff, Shuji, you gotta do your work, it's way more important than me. And anyway, if you get it done ahead of time you get to hang with me more. Right? That's a pretty good reward.

[Especially since they can kiss now, but also just in general.]

Excuse me, you are way more important than any paper I've written for any class. That's not up for debate.

...But hanging with you is a great reward, so I guess I have to put more effort in now.

[He was putting in effort before! Just not with 'kissing Mista' as his goal.]

Okay, but I don't have a deadline. I'm always gonna be around. And you always get an A with me anyway.

[That is one of the worst lines in history? Holy shit. Meanwhile, there's a sudden moment of realization and Mista looks abruptly incredibly disappointed.]

Damn. I just realized I can't take you out properly if there's monsters rampaging. What the fuck! That's so inconvenient, I wanna woo you finally and I can't because of monsters?

That's dumb. Monsters are dumb. But I can cook for you a lot, so that's something?

[He's not a great cook, but he'll manage with things from a box and recipes on the internet that look easy.]

. . . Yeah, I'd like that a lot, honestly. But--

[How to explain it. He takes both of Shuji's hands in his and thinks for a moment, trying to line his words up right.]

I wanna take you out to dinner. Do it right. I wanna take you dancing, and on adventures, I want to show you stuff you haven't seen before and I wanna learn how you see this city different from me by walking around in it with you. I wanna do ordinary stuff with you out there like we usually do, except we get to hold hands now.

I don't know. I guess I wanna sweep you off your feet. I wanna spoil you so much you feel what I see when I look at you.

[Hearing Mista say that he wants to spoil him, wants to learn more about him, wants to spend more time with him - the ordinary and the adventures - makes Shuji feels so warm that he might melt.]

We'll do all that. We just can't do it right now. When the monsters are gone, when things calm down, we'll go dancing.

[Shuji can hardly wait.]

[Well. Impatient as he is, hearing that common sense calms Mista down a bit. He still doesn't want to wait, but he will, because they'll get there eventually.]

Okay. When the monsters are gone, we'll go dancing.

. . . Maybe in the meantime, we can do a living room date or something. I'll bring us some wine and you can make dinner and we can hang out here watching movies or playing games or, I don't know, whatever you want.

Dinner and a movie sounds great to me. Anyway, we can talk more than we could if we actually went out, and there's no gum stuck to your couch, so it's better.

[He's not complaining about this at all. It's more than enough for him right now.]

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