#terror(ism)

Sorry for the long speech. Once again, I get sappy. I recommend this song a lot (especially Juby’s cover). Yee.

The familiar yet gentle tug on Hanpen’s sleeve when he slowed was quite comforting. The slight pressure on the fabric was a sign that the person he cared about most, shared the same if not a lesser feeling as he. Just the thought that the literal angel pulling him through the city to the downtown area’s café made his heart flutter. Literally everything about Yuu was perfect. Her hair was silk cascading down her back, covering her left eye. Her eyes, although he has yet to see them, he was almost certain that their radiance put even the brightest star to shame. Her laugh was the sound of a cherub gently ringing a bell. Her kindness outshone everyone, although she has voiced on numerous occasions that she believed otherwise—he didn’t believe her. “Come ooon, Hanpen! If you keep slowing down like a lazy ass we’ll never get to the café!” Her words were enough motivation to quicken and maintain his pace, unconsciously falling into sync with Yuu. Hanpen decided he didn’t need to see to admire everything about her. Eventually the two light haired students reached the café and claimed their usual table, they came so often that all of the afternoon staff had memorized their orders. Not that either of the two minded. They both dreaded the thought of going home before sunset. After receiving their drinks, Hanpen and Yuu made light small talk about school and teachers and assignments. The end of the year meant more pressure more work more stress for not only the students, but teachers and administrative as well. Regardless, the two still walked to the café together every afternoon. After a rather amusing conversation of an in-school event, Yuu’s laughter died down earlier than it usually does when something funny is said. Hanpen frowns and tilts his head, confused. “Yuu, is something wrong?” The girl hastily responded with a reassuring , “No, no. Nothing’s wrong.” She hesitated before continuing, “I have something rather important to ask you, Hanpen.” Yuu wasn’t usually like this and Hanpen was starting to worry even more. Yuu wasn’t dying, was she? “W…what is it?” Hanpen could hear her messing  with the hem of her skirt. “You don’t… You don’t hate me, do you?” Hanpen was not expecting this question. “No, no. Of course not. Quite the opposite, really. Our classmates were not lying when they rudely proclaimed my love for you.” Yuu sighed softly in relief and Hanpen could tell she relaxed physically. “Good, good. I guess you wouldn’t mind if I maybe…” She stood up and walked around the table to stand behind Hanpen, “Did this?” Yuu gently turned his head with her hands and fully kissed him, both their faces visibly blushing. After a moment, much too soon for the blindfolded student’s taste, Yuu pulled away. Both their pulses were beating at a quicker tempo than normal, small smiles gracing both of their pairs of lips. Breathlessly, Yuu leans in and whispers a question to Hanpen, “Will you give me the honor of calling you my boyfriend?” Hanpen choked. He had only had something like this happen in his dreams. Was he hearing correctly? Is he even awake? Regardless of the answers to his unspoken questions, he nodded, prompting a giggle and hug attack courtesy of his new girlfriend. The warm feeling spreading from Hanpen’s chest made him realize something. He was no longer drowning in his waves of sadness. Yuu was the support he needed to keep his head above water. She was his incredibly kind life-preserving device and he never wanted to let go.