#skullpie

“arisu,”

“hm?”

he turns his head, and you’re very close to his face. his ears turn a flushed shade of red, and he turns back. you both sit at the foot of a bed, staring out of the window. the view from the room is quite a nice one, and if you weren’t in the position you were in, you think you’d be enjoying your time. especially with arisu here.

“what did you do before?”

“before what?”

“we got stuck here.”

he takes a moment, and doesn’t answer you. you’re still looking at him, and he can feel uour hot breath fanning his neck and the side of his face while he tries to think of an answer that won’t embarrass him. but he comes up with none when he finally replies.

“nothing.”

you furrow your eyebrows. you weren’t quite sure if he was trying to avoid the question or not.

“nothing?”

“a lot of nothing,”

you turn your body back as well, now accompanying him in staring ahead at the night view. the city looked beautiful. if it were any other circumstance, you’d even say the city looked peaceful.

“i sat around all day, playing video games, and i only left the house to hang out with the two friends i had. i was kind of a bum.”

you nod. you wait for him to ask the question back, to keep the conversation going, because you like talking to him, but he doesn’t. he just keeps staring out the damn window.

“arisu,”

you say again, and he turns to look at you again. his eyes flitter from your eyes to your lips, but you don’t catch this. this time he doesn’t look away blushing, but stays there, soaking in your gaze.

“tell me about your life before.”

“but i already did.”

“i want to hear every detail.”

he reaches up and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. the world is ending, and for just a moment, while he’s looking at you and you’re looking at him, it’s like none of it matters. he looks to your lips again, and before you get the chance to tease, he’s kissing you, hand still on your face.

you don’t kiss back, not shocked, but sort of stunned. he quickly pulls away, eyes wide with fead.

“oh my god. oh my god i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to, i just-“

he begins to ramble, apologizing for literally nothing. you grab him by the shirt and pull him back, initiating the kiss this time. his lips are chapped and rough against your moisturized ones, and he closes his eyes, body relaxing. he lets out a breath through his nose.

he cups your face in his hands, so very softly, and your grip on his shirt is tight, as if he might be yanked away from you. frantically, you try to deepen the kiss, pushing against him, before kissing the corner of his mouth, then his jaw and down his neck, before you travel back up to his mouth again.

he’s sort of out of breath, breathing heavily when you come back to his face, but he kisses you fervently. for the short time your lips are on him, all of the air is sucked out of the world and time stops. you are the entire world in that moment, and if it were up to you, you’d stay there forever.

you both pull away to catch a breath, and when he chases after you in an attempt to kiss you again, you stop him, placing a hand on his chest. he thinks he’s done something wrong for a brief moment.

“arisu,”

“what is it?”

he asks, anxiously anticipating your words.