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🔥 тσ∂σяσкι ѕнσυтσ ❄️ ([personal profile] swellter) wrote in [community profile] deercountry 2022-10-07 01:55 am (UTC)

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[ How do you know?

With his friends and family, he knew he wanted to be near them. Felt his heart grow whole when he was around them. He thought it was the same with Allen. A friend. One he liked being near. Who's opinion mattered to him and who he wanted to protect. They fought together just like he did with his classmates, shared meals and sometimes baths, but he did that with his friends too.

What makes you different?

Allen kissing him unmade their relationship as he saw it and reshaped it into something new. Something he hasn't figured out yet. He knows what he feels for him is different than what he feels for his friends. The intensity of his quirk cannot be denied. The way it swings from left to right at a touch or a word. His friends never made him feel that intensity. He didn't think he could feel that. Not unless he was fighting for something he wanted desperately. For someone.

But with no enemy to face down, that built-up passion had no outlet. Kissing him back was only natural. Holding him. Being near him. Yet, all of those things combined wasn't always enough to calm the churning storm that built up inside him. So, he tried to rein it in before it gathered momentum and turned into a tempest that made him lose control. He worked so hard to control his fire as well as ice, he didn't think someone could take that away so easily or how much he wanted to follow through, but he knows that path leads to nothing good. He doesn't want to hurt ALlen, and it's that fear that's the root of his hesitation.

So it comes as a one-hit knockout when Allen explains all that he feels and how much it correlates to the feelings he's been struggling with these last two months and he stares in wonderment. ]


That's... how I feel too.

Not when you smile but when you laugh.

[ He touches the corner of his mouth with his fingertips while Allen cards his fingers through his hair. His eyes stay focused there, recalling the past instances when he's heard him laugh and how it made him feel. The way it caught his attention so completely, he forgot everything else. ]

It... feels like home.

You.

[ His eyes rise from his mouth to lock onto his eyes with the same intensity brewing inside him. ]

You feel like home.

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