Kass

Is it romantic to notice your friends eye colour and be kind of obsessed with it? Not necessarily, but for Misa it sure is.

He doesn't know that though, because feelings are hard and anyways, it's not weird to catalogue which colour of clothing brings out which colour in Sam's eyes.

It's not weird to pay super close attention to what colours Sam is packing for their next roadtrip, while Misa sits on Sam's bed, half listening to him ramble, half distracted by the way Sam's shirt is just the littlest bit too tight and the way he can see his back muscles move.

And it's definitely not weird to get Sam a blue sweater with a shark on it. Because it's definitely just because of the shark, and not because of the way Misa loves how blue Sam's eyes look when he wears blue too. It's not that, because that would be weird and Misa is NOT weird about Sam. He's not.

The way his stomach knots when he looks at Sam is probably nothing, or maybe it's normal to feel this way around your friends. Sure he's never felt it with any of his other friends before, but they are not Sam, so you can't really compare them, can you?

The longer this goes, the braver (or stupider, the line between the two has always been thin) he gets. In the beginning of this he used to at least try and only steal glances at Sam's eye when he was focused on something else, turned just a little away from Misa. Because Misa is not weird for staring, but he does realize that it is weird to be stared at. There is a difference!!

But he has gotten reckless, the instances where Sam turns to him and catches him already looking increase. He never says anything about it to Misa. Just tilts his head and quirks his eyebrows at him. It's weird how his heartbeat always races at that, but it's probably just getting caught in the act of starring.

One day Sam has had enough, he can't take the way Misa has started to just look at him with his huge brown eyes so often anymore. He can't take the way he tilts his head down slightly, as if ashamed at having been caught, but still maintaining eye contact, now looking up at Sam through his lashes. It makes Sam feel insane.

Misa never does anything more than stare, but surely he knows what he is doing. There is no way he is oblivious to this thing that has been building between them for a good while now. Sam knows how he feels about Misa, has spent enough sleepless nights mulling over it. And he is almost entirely sure that Misa likes him too. What with the constant staring.

But that's the problem, that's all it is. Misa staring at him.

So on a nice late afternoon, huddled up on the toffoli couch, waiting for dinner to be ready, Sam had been watching reels on his phone, Misa watching him.

When Sam looks up, straight into Misa's eyes he almost groans. This close up he can see the infantissimaly small specks of light brown, in his big brown eyes. Misa still looks shocked at being caught, breath hitched, as if this hasn't happend hundreds of times before now.

Misa is tilting his head down again, big doe eyes staring up at Sam.

"Don't" Sam says and Misa frowns, confused, which just makes him look even prettier. "Don't look at me like that if you don't want me to..."

Sam reaches out to place his hand at the side of Misa's face, tugging him slightly forward. With the decrease of distance he can feel the puffs of hot air leaving Misa's mouth fast.

He looks like a deer in headlights. And Sam lets his head fall forward, their foreheads knocking together gently. "Can I?" He whispers, eyes closed, afraid of how wanting he sounds. Misa doesn't even hesitate before he breathes out a 'yes'.

Sam leans bridges the last few centimeters between them, Miss moving in eagerly as well. He still gasps against Sam when their lips connect. And Sam can't help the warmth that spreads through him. He just adores this boy so much.

The kiss is soft and sweet, which is why Sam thinks it's unreasonable for Toff to react the way he does, when he comes back into the living room to see the two of them kissing.

They, or more like Sam, get a lecture about house rules and how to be respectful to your elders and yada yada. Misa is sitting curled up into Sam's side, which only serves to make the anger in Toff flame up more. And Sam is maybe actually just the tiniest bit afraid of Toff right now, but mostly it's very funny to him. And anyways he wouldn't give up the warmth of Misa pressed against him for anything in the world, not now that he knows he can have it.

Later that night, they lie cuddles together in Misa's bed, Sam running his hands through Misa's hair. It had taken some convincing from Cat, and Misa awkwardly promising that there wouldn't be any funny business, his cheeks flaming, but Sam had been mercifully allowed to stay over by a disgruntled Toff.

"How long have you?" Misa asks into the stillness of the room.

"For a while now." Misa just hums in reply.

"You?"

"Oh I didn't realize until you kissed me."

Sam's hand freezes in Misa's hair. "Pardon?"

Misa giggles at the word, before turning serious again. "I guess I just thought I liked you as a friend." He says easily.

"You were staring at me for months!!" Sam exclaims and Misa can only shrug helplessly.

"You're an idiot." Sam says, but sounds entirely too fond. Misa hums in agreement. "Your idiot."