#mattssei

                   ❛   mattsun! this combination is pretty good! popcorn and chocolate, heh.   ❜

         once swallowed, a yawn escapes his emptied mouth, eyes squeezed shut as he outstretches himself. blinking twice finally, he rises to a seated position next to his friend, gazing upon him for just an instant. his stare softens slightly and he reaches over to his bag, left on the side of the couch, before revealing an unscathed box of chocolates. adorned in red and gold, the box rests in his grip, coffee eyes now glued to the box.

                   ❛   ...h-hey, mattsun, i forgot to tell you.   ❜

         a white lie which so easily left his lips, ready to weave a tale of his own accord, as long as it did not involve looking the other in the eye. deeming himself a coward, he swallows once more, his virulent pride sliding down his throat, as he forces his gaze to meet mattsun’s.

                   ❛   it’s... it’s a bit early but i decided to get you some chocolate for today. uh, valentine’s day. i’m a great guy, huh?   ❜  the last words resound hollow in his mind and he shakes his head quickly, near shoving the box into mattsun’s hands.  

                   ❛   i even made sure to get your favorite kind of chocolate!                        the designs i chose are really cute too.   ❜

         with that, chapped lips press together as he bites down, mattsun’s own gaze a galaxy itself  ;  deep supernovas of cedar, of amber, of the colors which made his heart race in a way only spoken of in art. the box in between them is forgotten now, oikawa’s face drawn to his friend’s, almost magnetized in his approach. noses near touching, he stares blankly for a few more seconds before blinking and grinning.

                   ❛   i... i really hope you like them, mattsun. you’re important to me.                        i should tell you that more often.   ❜

                    ❛   mattsun —   ❜

          the sunrise corners of his mouth ascended, coffee gaze drawn upwards at the spoken comment ; although, the identity of any said words breaking their shared silence was debatable, be it teasing or formal.

          alone in his home with the white noise of the television filling the background, free of prying eyes, oikawa lets loose a mellow sigh. calloused hands scented with peach cream snake their way around towards the taller’s own. trust and regimen enact boldness in his character, and he takes the first step in what had felt like a century standing still, the two of them frozen in time. a head of tousled chestnut hair follows suit, resting itself upon issei’s chest, fitting as the last piece of a puzzle should as he sleepily blinked twice.

          to that end, his heart’s rhythm jumped twofold, only one person whose presence calmed the hurricane of his soul into a balmy breeze. for just a moment, he swore that he  —  they were ethereal, and this was the warmth that stars felt.

he cuts rabbit ears into his apple slices. RABBIT EARS.

kazuntite

IT'S LITERALLY IN HIS NAME WHY THIS

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