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anyone who uses ‘chicken’ as an insult has clearly never tried to fight a chicken

“No, not a deer... A chicken.” 

This was payback from earlier, it had to be. She was flustering him before, and now he was returning the favor. Her eyes closed and her nose scrunched up the tiniest bit as he kissed it. When she finally opened back up, she looked at him sheepishly. “You’re having fun with this, aren’t you?”

He grinned, his fingers pausing in their search for untouched skin on her cheeks. “Possibly,” he replied after a moment, holding both sides of her face loosely and gently kissing her lips. It wasn’t quite as soft as her first kiss, but it was as close as he could get. 

She was going to bashfully complain more until his lips met hers, silencing her before she could speak. The gentleness was unexpected, but it was nice since he had a tendency to be a bit rough normally. She eventually returned the gesture, gently like him, and wrapped her arms about his neck once again.

He turned his head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss, and his fingers soon slipped into her hair, stroking through it lightly. He loved her hair… Heck, he loved everything about her… 

She didn’t protest to him deepening thr kiss. In fact, her own head tilted, too, just in the opposite direction. It was odd, since she now had to worry about not bumping his glasses. They hadn’t had a moment like this in a while, so she decided to relish in it for a few moments, her arms around his neck holding him closer.

Although he really didn’t want to, he eventually pulled away a little bit. A mischievous glint flickered through his eyes. “Do I kiss better with glasses on too?” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers. 

That question yielded a small giggle from her as their foreheads met. Her flustered state had essentially vanished at this point, replaced by a certain giddiness that only he could cause her to have. “No, you kiss about the same. But that’s because you’re already amazing at it~”

He inhaled extremely dramatically, and rose his face to the ceiling, closing his eyes. “Perhaps I’m so blinded by my love for you that not even glasses can fix it~” 

More giggles began to bubble out from her at his actions. What a dork~ “Well, they do say that love is blind~” she teased lightly. “Either that or you just need new glasses.”

He opened his eyes again and grinned at her. He loved hearing her laugh... It was a much better alternative to his sudden drop of self-esteem earlier. “Yeah, both are strong possibilities.”

This was payback from earlier, it had to be. She was flustering him before, and now he was returning the favor. Her eyes closed and her nose scrunched up the tiniest bit as he kissed it. When she finally opened back up, she looked at him sheepishly. “You’re having fun with this, aren’t you?”

He grinned, his fingers pausing in their search for untouched skin on her cheeks. “Possibly,” he replied after a moment, holding both sides of her face loosely and gently kissing her lips. It wasn’t quite as soft as her first kiss, but it was as close as he could get. 

She was going to bashfully complain more until his lips met hers, silencing her before she could speak. The gentleness was unexpected, but it was nice since he had a tendency to be a bit rough normally. She eventually returned the gesture, gently like him, and wrapped her arms about his neck once again.

He turned his head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss, and his fingers soon slipped into her hair, stroking through it lightly. He loved her hair… Heck, he loved everything about her… 

She didn’t protest to him deepening thr kiss. In fact, her own head tilted, too, just in the opposite direction. It was odd, since she now had to worry about not bumping his glasses. They hadn’t had a moment like this in a while, so she decided to relish in it for a few moments, her arms around his neck holding him closer.

Although he really didn’t want to, he eventually pulled away a little bit. A mischievous glint flickered through his eyes. “Do I kiss better with glasses on too?” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers. 

That question yielded a small giggle from her as their foreheads met. Her flustered state had essentially vanished at this point, replaced by a certain giddiness that only he could cause her to have. “No, you kiss about the same. But that’s because you’re already amazing at it~”

He inhaled extremely dramatically, and rose his face to the ceiling, closing his eyes. “Perhaps I’m so blinded by my love for you that not even glasses can fix it~” 

This was payback from earlier, it had to be. She was flustering him before, and now he was returning the favor. Her eyes closed and her nose scrunched up the tiniest bit as he kissed it. When she finally opened back up, she looked at him sheepishly. “You’re having fun with this, aren’t you?”

He grinned, his fingers pausing in their search for untouched skin on her cheeks. “Possibly,” he replied after a moment, holding both sides of her face loosely and gently kissing her lips. It wasn’t quite as soft as her first kiss, but it was as close as he could get. 

She was going to bashfully complain more until his lips met hers, silencing her before she could speak. The gentleness was unexpected, but it was nice since he had a tendency to be a bit rough normally. She eventually returned the gesture, gently like him, and wrapped her arms about his neck once again.

He turned his head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss, and his fingers soon slipped into her hair, stroking through it lightly. He loved her hair… Heck, he loved everything about her… 

She didn’t protest to him deepening thr kiss. In fact, her own head tilted, too, just in the opposite direction. It was odd, since she now had to worry about not bumping his glasses. They hadn’t had a moment like this in a while, so she decided to relish in it for a few moments, her arms around his neck holding him closer.

Although he really didn’t want to, he eventually pulled away a little bit. A mischievous glint flickered through his eyes. “Do I kiss better with glasses on too?” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers. 

This was payback from earlier, it had to be. She was flustering him before, and now he was returning the favor. Her eyes closed and her nose scrunched up the tiniest bit as he kissed it. When she finally opened back up, she looked at him sheepishly. “You’re having fun with this, aren’t you?”

He grinned, his fingers pausing in their search for untouched skin on her cheeks. “Possibly,” he replied after a moment, holding both sides of her face loosely and gently kissing her lips. It wasn’t quite as soft as her first kiss, but it was as close as he could get. 

She was going to bashfully complain more until his lips met hers, silencing her before she could speak. The gentleness was unexpected, but it was nice since he had a tendency to be a bit rough normally. She eventually returned the gesture, gently like him, and wrapped her arms about his neck once again.

He turned his head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss, and his fingers soon slipped into her hair, stroking through it lightly. He loved her hair... Heck, he loved everything about her... 

This was payback from earlier, it had to be. She was flustering him before, and now he was returning the favor. Her eyes closed and her nose scrunched up the tiniest bit as he kissed it. When she finally opened back up, she looked at him sheepishly. “You’re having fun with this, aren’t you?”

He grinned, his fingers pausing in their search for untouched skin on her cheeks. “Possibly,” he replied after a moment, holding both sides of her face loosely and gently kissing her lips. It wasn’t quite as soft as her first kiss, but it was as close as he could get. 

“Really?” she asked, looking back at him again. Her thumb gently rubbed the back of his hand comfortingly before she spoke again. “This might be too soon, but… do you think you could try them on? Just to see if they still help. If they do, you could just wear them around the house if you like. I won’t make you wear them any where else.”

He took in a small breath. Did he really want to try them on after all this time..? Part of him was scared that Sam would laugh at him. But… she would never do that, would she? No… of course she wouldn’t. How could he even think something like that? “I… I guess so…” he finally replied reluctantly. 

“No harm in trying, right?” She gave him a reassuring smile before removing herself from him to retrieve his glasses from the beside table. Once she had them, she unfolded them before him, taking a moment to brush away some of his hair that would be in the way before slowly placing the glasses on his face. She let go once they rested firmly on the bridge of his nose. A light pink dusted on her face. He was… absolutely adorable.

He watched her take out the glasses, and he tried not to think about all the bad memories that came with them. He only gazed at her. This wasn’t like those bad school days. This was Sam. He could trust her. As she put them on his face, he blinked a couple times to get used to his vision changing. He focused back on her again. Why was she staring at him…? Wait… was she blushing…? “Wha… what’s wrong..?” he stammered, a flicker of panic in his eyes. 

“O-Oh–” she stammered a bit, realizing that she was staring. Her blush deepened as he seemed to notice it. “Nothing’s wrong at all! Really.” She held up her hands in defense, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. “You actually.. look really good in your glasses,” she admitted, looking away from him shyly. She spoke softer in hopes he might not hear, but knowing him that wasn’t happening.

The panic was replaced with confusion. “I… I do…?” Nya had always reassured him that he did, but he thought she had just been trying to make him feel better. “You’re not just… saying that…?” he asked quietly, his own cheeks a bit pink now. 

She nodded softly at his first question, still not looking at him due to her ever expanding blush. His second question is what made her look up, however. But one of her hands moved to cover her reddening face as she did so. “Of course not~! I would never lie about something like that.”

He stared at her for a moment before realizing something. He could… actually see her. Perfectly. “Oh…” he suddenly gasped, his eyes widening. “Were you… a-always this… pretty…?” 

Now that didn’t help her blush. At all. “W-What??” she asked him, a bit stunned by the question. Now both her hands covered her face, muffling her words. “I haven’t changed really, so… M-Maybe..?” She personally never thought of herself as pretty, especially with her odd hair color. Why did he have to make her so flustered sometimes?

His eyes still wide, he gently touched her hands and pushed them down from her face. He wanted to see her better. His breath caught in his throat as he brushed his fingers against her cheek. She was so beautiful... Why hadn’t he... done this before..? His gaze flickered up to her hair, and he traced his finger through some of it, staring at it like it was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. “You’re... you’re right...” he whispered, absolutely entranced. “You were always this beautiful... I just... didn’t... see it this clearly before...” 

“Really?” she asked, looking back at him again. Her thumb gently rubbed the back of his hand comfortingly before she spoke again. “This might be too soon, but… do you think you could try them on? Just to see if they still help. If they do, you could just wear them around the house if you like. I won’t make you wear them any where else.”

He took in a small breath. Did he really want to try them on after all this time..? Part of him was scared that Sam would laugh at him. But… she would never do that, would she? No… of course she wouldn’t. How could he even think something like that? “I… I guess so…” he finally replied reluctantly. 

“No harm in trying, right?” She gave him a reassuring smile before removing herself from him to retrieve his glasses from the beside table. Once she had them, she unfolded them before him, taking a moment to brush away some of his hair that would be in the way before slowly placing the glasses on his face. She let go once they rested firmly on the bridge of his nose. A light pink dusted on her face. He was… absolutely adorable.

He watched her take out the glasses, and he tried not to think about all the bad memories that came with them. He only gazed at her. This wasn’t like those bad school days. This was Sam. He could trust her. As she put them on his face, he blinked a couple times to get used to his vision changing. He focused back on her again. Why was she staring at him…? Wait… was she blushing…? “Wha… what’s wrong..?” he stammered, a flicker of panic in his eyes. 

“O-Oh–” she stammered a bit, realizing that she was staring. Her blush deepened as he seemed to notice it. “Nothing’s wrong at all! Really.” She held up her hands in defense, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. “You actually.. look really good in your glasses,” she admitted, looking away from him shyly. She spoke softer in hopes he might not hear, but knowing him that wasn’t happening.

The panic was replaced with confusion. “I… I do…?” Nya had always reassured him that he did, but he thought she had just been trying to make him feel better. “You’re not just… saying that…?” he asked quietly, his own cheeks a bit pink now. 

She nodded softly at his first question, still not looking at him due to her ever expanding blush. His second question is what made her look up, however. But one of her hands moved to cover her reddening face as she did so. “Of course not~! I would never lie about something like that.”

He stared at her for a moment before realizing something. He could... actually see her. Perfectly. “Oh...” he suddenly gasped, his eyes widening. “Were you... a-always this... pretty...?” 

“Really?” she asked, looking back at him again. Her thumb gently rubbed the back of his hand comfortingly before she spoke again. “This might be too soon, but… do you think you could try them on? Just to see if they still help. If they do, you could just wear them around the house if you like. I won’t make you wear them any where else.”

He took in a small breath. Did he really want to try them on after all this time..? Part of him was scared that Sam would laugh at him. But… she would never do that, would she? No… of course she wouldn’t. How could he even think something like that? “I… I guess so…” he finally replied reluctantly. 

“No harm in trying, right?” She gave him a reassuring smile before removing herself from him to retrieve his glasses from the beside table. Once she had them, she unfolded them before him, taking a moment to brush away some of his hair that would be in the way before slowly placing the glasses on his face. She let go once they rested firmly on the bridge of his nose. A light pink dusted on her face. He was… absolutely adorable.

He watched her take out the glasses, and he tried not to think about all the bad memories that came with them. He only gazed at her. This wasn’t like those bad school days. This was Sam. He could trust her. As she put them on his face, he blinked a couple times to get used to his vision changing. He focused back on her again. Why was she staring at him…? Wait… was she blushing…? “Wha… what’s wrong..?” he stammered, a flicker of panic in his eyes. 

“O-Oh–” she stammered a bit, realizing that she was staring. Her blush deepened as he seemed to notice it. “Nothing’s wrong at all! Really.” She held up her hands in defense, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. “You actually.. look really good in your glasses,” she admitted, looking away from him shyly. She spoke softer in hopes he might not hear, but knowing him that wasn’t happening.

The panic was replaced with confusion. “I... I do...?” Nya had always reassured him that he did, but he thought she had just been trying to make him feel better. “You’re not just... saying that...?” he asked quietly, his own cheeks a bit pink now. 

“Really?” she asked, looking back at him again. Her thumb gently rubbed the back of his hand comfortingly before she spoke again. “This might be too soon, but… do you think you could try them on? Just to see if they still help. If they do, you could just wear them around the house if you like. I won’t make you wear them any where else.”

He took in a small breath. Did he really want to try them on after all this time..? Part of him was scared that Sam would laugh at him. But… she would never do that, would she? No… of course she wouldn’t. How could he even think something like that? “I… I guess so…” he finally replied reluctantly. 

“No harm in trying, right?” She gave him a reassuring smile before removing herself from him to retrieve his glasses from the beside table. Once she had them, she unfolded them before him, taking a moment to brush away some of his hair that would be in the way before slowly placing the glasses on his face. She let go once they rested firmly on the bridge of his nose. A light pink dusted on her face. He was… absolutely adorable.

He watched her take out the glasses, and he tried not to think about all the bad memories that came with them. He only gazed at her. This wasn’t like those bad school days. This was Sam. He could trust her. As she put them on his face, he blinked a couple times to get used to his vision changing. He focused back on her again. Why was she staring at him...? Wait... was she blushing...? “Wha... what’s wrong..?” he stammered, a flicker of panic in his eyes.