#boschi

Your feet were light and airy, your laughter filled the air as a gentle breeze blew your hair. Seeing you in front of him, Boschi felt that familiar feeling in his chest. The feeling that told him he didn't want anyone else to see the way you looked in this moment.

"Boschi?" you called and Boschi then noticed that you were in front of him, stepping on your tippy toes to try and get a little closer to him, "look how pretty!" you twirled a cherry blossom between your fingers, and Boschi felt his chest become heavy.

"Yeah, it's pretty," he grunted out without even looking at the cherry blossom.

Seeing this you pouted, "You didn't even look." You huffed and went back to leaning against the railing, staring out at the lake that ran between the two path ways.

Boschi didn't care how to cherry blossoms looked, he didn't care how pretty they were.

Because you were all he could see.

And you were always so pretty in his eyes.

Your dress flowed gently in the wind and Boschi coudln't help but smile, he took a few steps closer, wondering if it would be greedy of him to hold you. To have you against him as more than a butlers.

He didn't give much time to think about it, he heard the sound of voices and steps. They were passing by the other side of the lake, and suddenly that feeling from the beginning returned to his chest.

Before Boschi could think much he grabbed you, gently of course, and moved himself between you and the railing. Obscuring anyone who passed from seeing you. Hiding you against him.

"Boschi?" Your voice came out nervous and your face flushed red, and suddenly Boschi remembered who he was. A butler.

"ah, my bad Aruji-sama," He said, "I dont think I want others to see you like this." He said honestly, like he always was. Boschi had said it many times before, he wanted to be the only one to see you.

Because even if he was a butler, he was still a man, and he was a man who loved you.

he was already in motion to move a step away from you, but you stopped him. You grabbed the front of his shirt with one of your hands, not looking up to face him. The fabric wrinkling in your grasp.

You could feel the burning on your face, and it was only going to get worse.

"You...don't ...mm.," your words trailed off into the silence.

Boschi didn't feel flustered, or that possessive feeling in his chest anymore, instead he was excited.

"Aruji-sama," he said, a grin glued to his face as he gently held onto your elbow, "I can't hear you."

His words were rushed, but the emotion was there. He was excited. And he wanted to hear you.

You whined and finally looked up at him, "I said you don't have to worry!" Your words were huffy as you pushed yourself to be honest. Your arms moved fast, and in a way Boschi hadn't expected from his shy Aruji-sama. Your arms wrapped around him, pushing your face into his chest.

“You’re the only one who gets to see me like this," You muttered into the fabric of his shirt, listening to the soft beating of his heart. "So you don't have to worry..."

Boschi laughed, throwing his head back, but his arms were around you. Tight and unwavering.

And that's how Boschi would stay by your side.