Warning: Most of it would be in a first-person perspective!
It's a pretty long chapter.
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"Onii-san?!"
Soraru-san turned around to look at me, bewildered. I intended to run up to the both of them, but I forgot at that instant that my body was still hurting, so I ended up staggering forward. I didn't come into contact with the ground though. I fell into a pair of strong and gentle arms instead, and when I lifted my head up to look at him, it was Soraru-san.
"... Thank you, Soraru-san,"
He shook his head, and circled one arm around me, resting his hand on my hip as he helped me make my way to my elder brother. My elder brother, he didn't look very pleased at my appearance. After not seeing him for so long, as always, he was as cool as ever, dressed up in a business suit, looking all smart and intelligent, he was perfect, unlike me. He was someone I looked up to, someone who I strived to be.
Soraru-san walked away to take out a clean and dry towel from his bed room, came back to me, and began helping me dry my hair. I told him that he didn't need to do that, but he said I would catch a cold if I didn't, and he promised it would be over soon, so I let him.
"O-Onii-san, why are you here? How did you know this place?" I asked. I had a lot of things I wanted to ask, since it had been a long time since we last saw each other but I thought these were the first few things I would like to know from him.
He ignored my questions, and instead grabbed onto my wrist. It hurt, and I flinched inwardly at the pain.
"We're going home, Mafu," he said, his voice was ice cold.
"What?" I questioned his statement. Where was this 'home' he was talking about in the first place?
"... You mustn't stay here any longer," he glanced over at Soraru-san with disgust. Soraru-san only stared back at my brother, his facial expression stoic. "Not with this man,"
What was that all about?
"No," I said firmly, holding onto Soraru-san's sweater. I was nervous. I never once said "no" to any of my family members, especially my brother since he was the one who took care of me, and I was grateful for that.
... But my brother was clearly being disrespectful to Soraru-san. And I just couldn't bear seeing Soraru-san take all of these unnecessary criticisms that my brother was ready to spit at him.
"Mafumafu," said my brother, his tone low and stern.
"I'm not leaving, Onii-san," I replied. Home was where Soraru-san is. I attempted to retrieve my hand from him, but his grip strengthened around my wrist, causing me to draw a sharp breath under reflex. "Let go-"
"You're not allowed to be with this man! He's not any good for you!" he spat.
"Please let go of him,"
I lifted my head up upon hearing Soraru-san's voice. He was looking pretty upset, but was trying to contain himself. Even at crucial times like these, I thought I melted a little when I realised he was keeping all of it in for my sake, because he knew I hated being in situations like these. He knew that we could avoid unnecessary fights if one of us stayed calm.
Soraru-san grabbed onto my brother's wrist, his eyes looking straight into his. Soraru-san's dark blue eyes shone with anger; seeming a tone darker than usual, and they were filled with hostility.
"You're hurting him," he warned, nicely as he tightened his grip on my brother's wrist.
My brother said nothing and let go. I retrieved my hand, and massaged my wrist. Soraru-san lowered his head, his hand holding onto my wrist gently.
"... Are you okay?" he asked softly, lightly helping me rub my wrist. His dark blue eyes returned to the state where its soft blue colour was slowly but definitely blending back in them, no longer looking cold, but I could feel that Soraru-san was still on his guard. I nodded to assure him that I was fine, and he straightened his back after.
"My name is Soraru,"
Soraru-san put his hand out as he introduced himself.
"I study at the same university as Mafumafu-san, and I-"
"I know everything about you," My brother cut him off, leaving Soraru-san's hand hanging in midair. I wanted to tell him off, to tell him to leave Soraru-san alone, and to just continue ignoring me like how he always did. Why was he here all of a sudden anyway?
"... Then that saves us the time from introducing myself," Soraru-san smiled, and gestured at my brother. "I see that you're Mafumafu's elder brother,"
"Give him back to me,"
My legs gave away, causing me to accidentally stumble backwards, and leaned onto Soraru-san's chest. I quickly stood back up, not wanting to burden him with my weight. Standing like this for a little too long was starting to tire me out though. I wobbled slightly, and it was then when I suddenly felt Soraru-san's arm snake back around my waist, helping me stand at a more comfortable posture.
"Since you've came all the way here, do have a seat," Soraru-san ignored what my brother said, and turned me towards his living room. He slowly led me towards the couch, and I followed.
"I have no time to waste," my brother grabbed me by the wrist again, pulling me back to him. I yelped loudly in pain as I stumbled towards my brother due to the force he exerted against me. "Mafu, let's go,"
"Can't you see-" Soraru-san started roaring, his volume gradually getting louder.
Then I shouted.
The both of them stopped talking, and the room was filled with dead silence.
"Onii-san, I'm not leaving Soraru-san!" I said loudly. I had never felt this much anger in me before. It felt like my blood was boiling in my head, and I hated it. I was already feeling slightly dizzy from all of the problems I had, and now my brother decided to come in at a time like this, right after me and Soraru-san got back together after having to go through so many events.
"Mafu-"
"I'm. Not. Leaving," I said through my gritted teeth with emphasis on each word that came out from my mouth. "Why is Onii-san here in the first place? Wasn't I not good enough for you to bother with my problems?"
"That's-"
"And Onii-san had only been rude to Soraru-san since you stepped in to his house," I held onto Soraru-san. "Onii-san, you weren't like that when I last saw you,"
"...... We need to go," my brother said only this after a moment of silence.
"No... Don't do this to me," I dodged my brother's hand, and moved closer to Soraru-san. I did not think he was the great elder brother I thought I had anymore. I didn't want him to touch me. And then my last sentence came out as a whisper. "Soraru-san is all I have..."
I felt Soraru-san's arms around me, and I turned my back against my brother to hug him, burying my face in his shoulder.
"Pardon me," he said, not particularly directed to me, but to my brother before he carried me up in his arms for the nth time today. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and moved to hide my face back in Soraru-san's shoulder, not wanting to look at my elder brother anymore at the moment. "Mafumafu's not feeling so well so I'll take him back to my room. Please make yourself at home,"
"... Soraru-san..." I sobbed in his shoulder.
"... I'll be right back," Soraru-san rested his forehead on my head, and said quietly to my brother before moving me back to his bedroom.
He laid me down on his bed, and tucked a soft pillow under my hips before he covered me under his blankets.
"... Why did you come out?" he whispered.
"I thought it would've been bad if your visitor saw me naked at your place. I just never expected it to be my brother..." I replied at the same volume as his. I lifted my hands up, and cupped his cheeks in them, caressing them with my thumbs. "I'm sorry that my brother was being rude to you,"
"It's fine. I understand how he must be feeling right now,"
"You do?"
"If my younger sister was dating a man like me, I'd run down his door and interrogate him until he gives me an answer that I would be satisfied with,"
"So-Soraru-san?"
Soraru-san smiled down at me. He put his hand over mine that were still on his cheek, and closed his eyes as he leaned into my palm.
"You're a little warm," he bent down to pick up the cooling gel pad which he left on the floor at the side of the bed. He removed the plastic sheet over the gel pad, and moved my bangs away from my forehead. "It might be a slight fever... Are you feeling dizzy?"
I squeezed my eyes shut when the cooling gel pad came into contact with my skin, and gave Soraru-san a tiny nod in response to his question. Soraru-san pressed lightly on the gel pad, making sure it was properly stuck to my forehead. I never liked the cooling gel pad because it just felt disgusting on me. It being a little sticky and cold at the same time, why was this monstrous thing created in the first place? Soraru-san knew I dislike it, but he still makes me use it anyway.
He gave me a quick peck on my lips, and asked if I wanted to remove the gel pad after all, but I shook my head at him, telling him that it was fine. As long as Soraru-san was the one who helped me put it on, I was okay with it.
"Your brother still loves you, Mafumafu,"
"... You think?"
Soraru-san nodded.
"I can see it in his eyes,"
"... But it's been so long since he even bat an eye at me,"
Soraru-san kissed my palm as an attempt to comfort me.
"Wait for me,"
"What are you going to do with my elder brother?"
Soraru-san pushed himself off of me, helping me move my hands back under the blankets. He then put his hand on my head, and gave me good rub before he shrugged and said, "I don't know,"
"Now, have a quick nap, I'll wake you up later,"
He left the room afterwards, closing the door behind him gently, not forgetting to glance back at me before it closes entirely.
Would things really go well with the both of them?
-
The moment Soraru stepped out of the bedroom, his lover's elder brother turned to look at him from the couch at his living room, his eyes filled with anger and they stabbed at Soraru's skin like daggers. Soraru moved to the couch, and sat across him.
"What are you doing to Mafumafu?"
The first thing he asked, it had to be something like this. But it was understandable. Even Soraru thought he'd ask the same thing to his younger sister's partner.
"Mafumafu is my lover,"
Mafumafu's brother went quiet for a moment, muttering "I can see that," with disgust. This was probably directed to Soraru, and not Mafumafu. Soraru could see that he was still very, very upset, but it was clear he was trying to keep himself calm, probably after what Mafumafu said to him, he must have been pretty emotionally damaged by it. Soraru would too, if it was directed to him.
"Do you know what you're going to cause him?"
"... I'm aware," Soraru said, solemnly.
"Then why are you doing this to him?"
Soraru lifted his head up to look straight at Mafumafu's brother's eyes.
"I can't lose him,"
Mafumafu's brother let out an annoyed and exasperated sigh. He seemed stressed. But of course he would, his little brother's future was at risk after all.
"Tell me," Mafumafu's brother raked his finger through his hair in a frustrating manner, ruffling up his initially neat and tidy hair, now all messy. "What should I do for you to let my brother go?"
"Onii-san, this isn't a bargain. It does not work like what you do at the business sectors, and I ask of you to at least respect Mafumafu as much as you dislike me," Soraru was irritated for a second there, his tone clearly showed it, but he still tried to conceal it at the end of his sentence. He tried. "Mafumafu is not an object,"
"He's my little brother-"
"The more the reason why you should change your attitude towards him," Soraru cut him off. It was rude of him, and he should mind his own business from all these family problems. But they were all going to be one big family sooner or later anyway. "... He tells me about you quite often,"
Mafumafu's brother said nothing. He only readjusted his sitting posture on the couch, and crossed his legs. Still putting on a bold front even though Mafumafu was not here, huh, thought Soraru.
"He said you were the best elder brother he could ever wish for, he treasured you, looked up to you, he even dreamt of being someone as great as you. He said you were kind and gentle, always looking out for him even though your parents were ignorant when it comes to Mafumafu's problems," Soraru leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he held both of his hands together. He smiled as he continued, "I'm the eldest in my family, so I understand what having younger siblings feels like,"
"... I'm not-"
"You're not interested about me, I know," Soraru stopped him from continuing, letting out a soft chuckle. He paused for a moment, a smile still plastered on his face. "... You're trying to protect Mafumafu, aren't you? Back then, when Mafumafu almost fell, if I hadn't caught him, you would've went up to him yourself,"
"... If you know what my intentions are, then we have nothing more to say,"
"But I love him," Soraru smiled, his voice was firm and confident, his eyes did not waver when he said that. There was no hesitation at all. "Sure, there are many who are going to be opposed to this, but I swore that I would protect him, and keep him away from harm, even if it was to have everyone else against me,"
Soraru put his knees together before he placed his hands on it, and bent his body. He bowed at Mafumafu's brother, wanting his forgiveness, permission, and most importantly, his blessings.
"I'll be the one to protect him this time,"
He bowed deeper, his head hanging low.
"So please give me a chance with Mafumafu,"
Mafumafu's brother was quiet, but Soraru didn't lift his head up, not until he said something.
"... What do you even gain from this?"
Soraru smiled. That was an easy question.
"Him,"
-
I fluttered my eyes open, my pupils trying to readjust to the darkness in the room. I propped my heavy body up, and rubbed my eyes sleepily. What time was it? Didn't Soraru-san say he would wake me up?
Wait, that wasn't the main problem. How did things go with the two of them?
With one hand on my hips, I made my way down the bed carefully, and shuffled towards the door. I opened the door quietly, and peeked out at the living room. They were both at the living room, but I couldn't seem to hear the content of their conversation. But something was not right.
My brother was looking really excited about something, and even Soraru-san was smiling a lot. Were those sparkles in my brother's eyes? What did Soraru-san do to make my brother look like that? What in the world was happening...?
My brother started stretching his arms out wide in the air, and I had never seen him smile like that before.
I pushed the door open wider, the both of them turned to look at me.
"Soraru-san?" I called out.
"Mafumafu," Soraru-san quickly got to his feet, and came over to me. He caught my hand in his, his other arm circling my waist to support me like how he did just now. "You shouldn't come out,"
"... But I was worried about you,"
"I'm alright," Soraru-san turned to look over at my brother, and then he stopped, going "Ah,"
I turned to my brother, and realised something was wrong. There was... something in his eyes. I couldn't quite catch what it was but- Oh, they were tears. Wait, tears?
"Mafuuuuuuu!" he got up from the couch, and leaped towards me.
Soraru-san immediately moved his body, and shielded me from the impact. I thought I saw a vein or two pop at his temple. He growled at my brother.
"Oi, be careful not to hurt Mafumafu, you brocon,"
"But it's been so long since I've seen him!" my brother cried, wanting to approach me but Soraru-san was not letting him. "Look at him! He's gotten so thin! Have you been feeding him at all, Soraru?!"
"Haa? Of course I have, I don't need you telling me what to do,"
... Just what was going on? Did Soraru-san just call my brother a "brocon"? My brother had a complex for his younger brother? This was too much for me to digest. I tugged onto Soraru-san's sweater, and Soraru-san instantly turned to look at me.
"Is my brother alright?"
Soraru-san glanced briefly at my brother before he said, "As you can see, he's looking pretty healthy,"
"... No, that's not the point but I just don't think he's acting normal at all..."
While my brother wasn't looking, Soraru-san sneaked a kiss on my cheek, and then he said quietly into my ear.
"Go talk to him, he'd be happy if you did,"
"But..." I stared up at Soraru-san, feeling the uneasiness on my chest. I didn't know if I want to talk to him anymore after what he did to Soraru-san, at least not so soon. But Soraru-san flicked me lightly on the forehead, and said 'No buts'. I pouted at him, and turned back to my brother.
His eyes sparkled when he saw me look at him, looking exactly like a golden retriever, and really, my brother wasn't like this before he came to Soraru-san's place. Just what did Soraru-san do to him?
"... Onii-san,"
"Mafu, are you feeling better now?"
Soraru-san led me to the couch, and sat me down, next to my brother. My brother smiled at Soraru-san, thanking him, and Soraru-san just shook his head in response before he excused himself to the kitchen.
"I'll go make you something to eat," he said to me before he looked at my brother to ask if he needed anything. My brother smiled, and shook his head.
"I'm going to leave soon after I'm done talking with Mafu,"
Soraru-san nodded, rubbed me on the noggin, and left, leaving me and my brother alone in the living room.
"... It's been a while," my brother started, and all I could do was nod. He smiled, putting his hand over my head, and patted gently. He stopped doing this to me when I turned ten back then. It all suddenly felt so nostalgic, I started sniffling. "Hey, hey... Don't cry,"
"... I'm not," I rubbed the tears off my cheeks with the back of my hands.
His hand was as warm as I remembered last. It was horrible when my brother moved out of my parents' house, leaving me alone with them, when all I had was him. But then he stopped visiting all of a sudden when I was in my first year of high school. And when he came back to visit again, he was as cold as everyone else.
"Tell me, Mafu," he smiled gently at me, pressing my head a little to make me look at him. "Do you like being with Soraru?"
I immediately nodded to the question, and he laughed.
"I see there was no hesitation there at all," he grinned from ear to ear, ruffling my hair up until it got all messy. "... Soraru, too, had no hesitations when it came to you,"
He helped me wipe away my tears, still laughing at how much of a crybaby I was even after all those years. I remembered now. This was the elder brother I knew back then before he started ignoring me.
"There're a lot of people who are not going to accept you two instantly, but I'll always be there for you if you ever need help, alright?"
I smiled, and said my thanks. All of a sudden, there was blood slowly came out from my brother's nose, and I had to quickly give him tissues to stuff into his nostrils. He gave me a "thumbs-up" when he felt it stopping, and I let out a sigh of relief.
"... How are Mom and Dad? Are they doing fine?"
"Don't worry, they're doing great. They even asked me about you recently,"
"Mom and Dad did...?"
My brother smiled widely at me, and nodded. His expression darkened almost immediately, looking guilty and ashamed about himself. I asked if something was a matter, and he shook his head at me, mustering a smile at me.
"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you back then," he apologised grimly. The light seemed to be gone in his eyes. "I'm sure you have a lot of things you want explained, and I'm not going to blame you for hating me for the things I couldn't do for you-"
"No," I cut him off. I looked into his eyes, and told him that I didn't hate him. "... But I do dislike the way you treated Soraru-san,"
"That's because Soraru left so many marks- Ow! What was that for, Soraru?!"
Soraru-san came back to us with a plate of cut apples, and whacked my brother on the head.
"Go home already, you brocon," he handed me a fork, and placed the plate down on the coffee table. "You've touched my Mafumafu a little too much,"
"What- I'll take Mafu with me if you're constantly this violent!"
Seeing the both of them argue like this, it felt strangely warm. It wasn't unpleasant like the one they had on their first encounter. It felt like this was what was normal in a family, like this was what being a part of a family feels like. Tears ran down my cheeks once again, gaining Soraru-san's attention, and he hissed at my brother to leave, my brother hissed back. I let out a giggle.
All this couldn't be true if it weren't for Soraru-san.
My brother went home after that. He ended up having a late afternoon lunch with us, and even complimented Soraru-san for his cooking skills. But of course, my Soraru-san was the best at everything! He handed me some money when I was seeing him out the door, but I couldn't accept it so I rejected him. I appreciated his sincerity, but it just didn't seem right.
"Take it, Mafu," my brother pushed the money into my hands, and I pushed back. "Think of it as pocket money from your Onii-san, alright?"
I shook my head, still not able to accept it. Then Soraru-san came over to the both of us.
"He doesn't need the money," he gave my brother back the money, and properly made sure my brother pocketed it well before he continued, "I'll take good care of him,"
My brother seemed shocked for a moment before a satisfied grin was spread across his face.
"My little brother is in your hands, Soraru,"
-
I sat on the couch, staring blankly at the walls of the living room, letting my mind run wild as I thought about what happened recently. It was a train wreck, a rollercoaster ride. It was hectic and scary, but it all ended well. I became Soraru-san's, and Soraru-san was mine. I didn't know if I was prepared for the unimaginable things that were going to happen upon us, but when I thought I was going to face all of these together with Soraru-san, it didn't seem too intimidating at all.
I felt myself sink a little into the couch when Soraru-san sat down beside me. Soraru-san just finished doing the dishes, and finally had the time for me. I said I would do the dishes with him so that we could have more time to be together for the rest of the afternoon but he just wouldn't let me. He pulled me gently to him, being extremely careful with me so that he wouldn't accidentally put extra pressure on my hips. He spread open his legs so that I was sitting in between them, and when I was leaning onto his chest on my back, he let out a sigh.
He dropped a kiss on the top of my head, and stayed there for a while, taking a deep breath.
"You smell like me," Soraru-san closed his eyes, resting his head against mine. "I like it,"
"That's because we're using the same shampoo," I said as I placed my hands over his that were on my tummy, letting my forefinger run over his knuckles.
"Mm," he only made a sound, and leaned closer to me.
I smiled, putting my legs up, and hugged them against my chest. I liked smelling like Soraru-san too. It felt like Soraru-san was wrapped around me, and it relaxes me.
"... Hey, Soraru-san?"
Soraru-san said nothing but continued rubbing his face into my hair. I reached up to touch his hair, giving it a good pat. I let my hand lingered on his head, and he let me, my fingers occasionally moving to comb his curly dark hair.
"What did you talk about with my brother just now?"
"Do I really need to tell you?"
"You can't?"
"Should I?"
"... Forget it," I pouted. I puffed up my cheeks to show how upset I was with how Soraru-san was not answering my question.
Soraru-san then laughed, holding me tighter in his arms. I crossed my arms, and looked away. He cooed me into looking back at him, and then surprised me with a kiss. Right before my punches landed on him, he cut in and said:
"He was telling me stories about the younger you,"
My hands stopped in midair. My brother did?
"I like the one where you cried because the kitten you found at your doorstep found its mother,"
"He told you about that one too?! That's embarrassing..."
Soraru-san leaned his head back against mine, and then rubbed the top of my head with his hand, rocking my body together with his from side to side.
"... You hid the fact that you had cat allergy from your brother so that you could take care of that kitten, and even though you felt happy that the kitten found its way back to its mother, you felt lonely too, didn't you?"
"... I don't know what you're talking about,"
"I see," he chuckled. "It might just be me overthinking about things then,"
I sat in Soraru-san's arms in silence, and Soraru-san twiddled with my fingers, squishing my not-so-meaty hands, and then massaging my fingers then my wrist. Even though I already told him that it was nothing, he still worries a little too much. We sat together like that for quite some time until Soraru-san decided to break the silence.
"Mafumafu,"
"Mm?"
"Thank you,"
I tilted my head up to look at him. He pushed my head back down, and told me to not look, so I obeyed.
"It's going to be hard for us, and as your brother said, not everyone would be willing to accept us," he circled his arms around my tummy, and tightened around it before he added, "But you still chose me,"
I put my feet back onto the ground, and put my hands over Soraru-san's. I shook my head, and apologised.
"I don't want to hear that from you, Mafumafu," he moved me a little so that he could bend his body over to reach for the drawer of the coffee table. He opened it, and retrieved a tiny white box with a piece of red ribbon tied around it. I only stared at it, not knowing what he was planning to do with it.
"Soraru-san?"
Soraru-san put the box in front of my eyes, carefully pulled the edge of the red ribbon, undoing its knot, and opened the box. It was a silver ring that was not shaped evenly. It looked like it was some sort of badly made ring. He picked up my left hand, and slid the ring into my ring finger. It fit perfectly, as if he secretly took the measurements of my finger beforehand. He then brought it up to his lips, and gently touched his lips against the ring on my finger.
"This is an encode ring," he helped me stretch my hand out, so that I could look at it. "You see how it looks like a wave here?"
I nodded, staring intently at the ring on my finger.
"Those are waveforms,"
"Waveforms?"
"To keep it simple, it's a custom made ring made out of my voice. Every individual has their own waveforms, and these are mine," he started explaining as looked at the ring dearly. "I tried putting my feelings into words,"
I sat up, and turned towards Soraru-san. He put his hand on the back of my head, and leaned in to kiss me lightly. He smiled. Soraru-san had been smiling a lot since yesterday, and it still never failed to make me run out of breath at the sight of it.
"... Th-Then what do these waveforms mean?" I asked nervously, feeling my eyes warm up.
Soraru-san leaned forward into my back, reaching out to my hand, and gently glided his finger across the waveforms of the ring. He kissed me on my left cheek, and turned his head back to look at the ring on my finger again.
"Do you want to make a guess?"
I felt my face scrunch up as I tried to keep in the tears in my eyes. My lips formed a straight, thin line as I sniffled as hard as I could.
"Soraru-san isn't even the romantic type in the first place..."
"Hey, hey, hey... What do you even mean by that?"
"That's because- I don't know-..." I let out a hiccup, tears ended up falling anyway, showing that my efforts were futile. This was the first time Soraru-san did something like this for me, and I didn't know how should I react to it, I was just simply filled with warmth and happiness in me, it felt surreal.
"Oh, stop crying," Soraru-san laughed, making me turn around so that he could wipe my tears off for me. "How many times has it been for today?"
"It's all Soraru-san's fault...!" I let out a loud wail, and Soraru-san only patted me gently on the back, an attempt to calm me down.
"Yeah, it's my fault," he smiled wryly at me. "But you look better when you smile, so can you smile for me?"
I sniffled, rubbing my face with the back of both my palms, and tried to smile at him. He laughed again.
"That's the most beautiful smile I've ever seen, thank you,"
I knew I couldn't even manage a smile, but Soraru-san looked really happy at that failed attempt. Ah, happiness was overflowing inside of me. I hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go of my source of happiness; the most important person in my life.
"So do you still want to guess what it is?"
I shook my head.
"Then do you want me to tell you what it is?"
I nodded, and he let out a chuckle.
"You are the love of my life,"
I flinched when Soraru-san finally revealed the answer.
"I put down my order for this ring a few months ago, and I planned to give it to you later but I thought this was the time,"
I pulled away from Soraru-san. I couldn't believe any of this. It was too much for my brain cells to interpret any of this.
"Soraru-san, that's so unlike you..."
"... It's pretty cheesy," he admitted.
"It's very, very cheesy,"
"..."
"And cliché,"
"... Shut up,"
"I love you, too,"
"I know,"
"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,"
Soraru-san blushed, looking a little troubled at my consecutive confessions of love towards him. He covered his eyes, and hung his head backwards, letting it rest on the top of the backrest, and sighed heavily.
"Heavens... I love you so much..." he whispered.
I climbed onto him, pushing myself up, so that I could kiss him. He was shocked, because kisses usually came from him, not me. I kissed him again, and again, sloppily, until he couldn't resist, and turned the tables around, snatching the dominance away from me.
He pushed me down on the couch, and broke the kiss. He looked down at me, something was glowing in his dark blue eyes, but I knew he was keeping himself in control. He placed his hand on my head, and caressed my hair, and then slowly let his hand trail down to cup my cheek then down to my left hand. He picked up my hand, and put it up in front of his lips. He left a kiss on the back of my hand, and then another one on my ring finger.
"I want you to remember that I, Soraru, belong to you,"
My eyes widened when I heard those words from him.
"With all that said, will you marry me?"
TBC
A/N: It's Valentine's day, and I clearly have nothing prepared for any of you, so please bear with an update from this series! I don't usually say this often since I myself sometimes do not know when is it going to end, but the next one is the last for "Mine". I hope you have a good day, night, wherever you are. I'll stay shut in my room to continue doing what I do best at! Thank you for reading and chocolates to you!