These questions were so basic, easy to answer. Favorite music genre's, hobbies, past relationships— all the normal shit. Though why is it that his last question was so peculiar; "Let's cut to the chase. I wanna know somethin' about you Kiyoomi but that doesn't mean you have to answer." It's not until those words I felt something bubble inside me. I had a pretty good guess about what he would've asked me but it appears that the world is never on my side. "Do you..believe in love?"
I chuckled. I could've laughed but I restrained myself straight away. "I like that." Atsumu tipped his head to the side at my random words.
"Like what?" I watch him as he sinks further and further into his spot on the couch. Mutely locking my plain black pupils on his vibrant brown pupils— I look into them with a huskies stare.
"The way you said it, said love; ..I liked it." The air around closed in on us like we were in a small box and our silence was so loud, it spoke a million words. "The answer to your question is a maybe. There's a slim possibility that I might be feeling things for someone yet my mind can't seem to apprehend that." I was straightforward with my words.
We sat in silence for a while before he spoke again. "It's me— you like me don't you?"
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