#imbringingorcaback

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{ ❥ } – { In fairytales, the princess always got her                               true love’s kiss— }

     “Makoto, Makoto!” Words shouted as the boy stumbled over, before reaching out a hand to tug on the other’s arm forcefully. Akura’s hair and clothes were a little disheveled from his haphazard run here, but the light in his eyes shone brighter than ever before. “Look,” and before the brunet could put in a word of his own, the raven-haired boy had opened the book in his hands - fairytales printed black on yellow, worn from time and love - and pushed it into Makoto’s, pointing excitedly at nothing in particular.

     “I’ve made a very important observation,” he declared at last, lowering his voice as much as he could like he had some grave secret to tell. He gestured to the book and let the gravity slip from his expression as he grinned. "The princess always kisses the prince. That’s just how fairytales work, after all the drama and the fighting for true love and the dwarves and the evil witches. The one thing they always have in common is the kiss.”

     An ‘astute’ observation indeed, but it seemed to please the older boy nonetheless, considering he had yet to let the younger get a single word in. “But that’s not the best part, Mako. I was thinking, you know, since that’s the one thing they have in common, all you need is to find a princess and a prince and make ‘em kiss and - bam! Instant fairytale!”

     “So,” and for the first time, the excitement faded from Akura’s eyes and mischief’s light crept into them instead. “Mako, I was thinking. You’re really sweet, kind of like some sort of prince charming. And I’ve decided that I want to be the princess to your prince. Only, maybe I’ll protect you instead of the other way around, okay? We can make our own fairytale.” He gave the boy a saccharine grin, leaning forward on his toes. “So, then, all that’s left is to - “

                                         { seal it with a kiss }

     Leaning closer, the older boy pressed his lips to the brunet’s, close-mouthed and clumsy and innocent. He pulled back almost as quickly as he’d moved forward, grinning brightly and smugly as he rolled back on the balls of his feet.

        { Never mind that red hue       creeping up onto his cheeks.                                                 He’d actually - ! }

     “There. Now we can have our own fairytale. Is that okay with you, Mako?”

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