#phantomxxthief

Neito: "That's not true. You're cute."

Hitoshi: "Neito, no stop."

Neito, squishing Hitoshi's cheeks: "Who's my little baby?"

Hitoshi: "..."

@phantomxxthief asked:

💐 to Hitoshi~! (I know you got tons of asks but I cant help it;;)

*; this » valentine’s day prompts 💐   :   give flowers to my muse.

The sight of flowers on the table, plenty colourful roses, rich in scent and even richer in beauty, made Hitoshi frown. He knew they weren’t for anybody else. After all, they were on his table. He approached, scanning the bouquet without trying to harm any of the flowers.

The feeling of guilt was still weighting down his stomach, and he knew it would be for a while. He knew that every time he would look at Neito his heart would ache and guilt’s greedy hands would grasp at his throat. What he had done could not be forgiven, yet here they were.

It wasn’t exactly a secret that he would stay up til late in the night. Sometimes just for fun, sometimes because he couldn’t sleep, and other times because he was working. Of course nothing he would talk about. ─── ❝ Alright, then I won’t tell you I stayed up all night. ❞ A smirk graced his lips before he leaned down against Monoma.