«Now you're standing there, right in front of me. I hold on, it's getting harder to breathe.» – Don't let me go. Harry Styles.
I tried my best to show him what I was made of, and I failed. I fell. I made a mess of my program.
And Yuzuru. He was the King.
"You did it, Shoma"
I did not. I medaled only because of everyone's mistakes. Not because I was good.
"So I believe you owe me something."
"But Sota-"
Sota shrugged, a smirk on his face.
"Promises, promises, my friend. Be careful when you make them."
I sighed. But he was right. The thing was, every time I saw Yuzuru, I remembered how pissed he was last time we talked. And I was so scared of him looking at me that way again.
I love you.
How was I supposed to say that?
You mean the world to me.
If he was looking into my eyes, how could I say the words?
I'm so in love with you.
"Hey, hold the bouquet this way."
I frowned. And I did something horrible. I intertwined our arms, confusing completely what he meant.
"No, no" he chuckled. "Were not marrying here"
I blushed. In front of everyone, standing in the podium.
Wait a second.
I gazed at him and he was laughing at my clumsiness.
'Here'? What?
And I smiled too. Embarrassed, happy, glad to see he was not angry anymore. And when no one watched, he hugged me. And I was in heaven.
"Congratulations, Sho-chan."
I smiled to his jacket.
"Congrats, king. You were amazing."
He laughed in my ear, his voice so low it made my stomach feel weird.
"Yuzu, I need to tell you something."
He pulled away and there we were. That was it.
"Yeah?"
"I... I think I'm in love. "
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N/A: I'm planning to make this story short. So about 30 chapters, happy half of the book :)
- H.