dappledleaves | meme for pocky /high school AU meme

For not acknowledging your feelings.

[ That's to confirm that he had an idea of how Sinclair felt about him at some point, and yet things continued to be like this. ]

I thought you would have deserved more than that.

[ Oria, the ever proud person who always seemed as if he had a bloated ego. This was definitely some sort of compensation, because he felt that he was never enough. So his mother tried to change him, and that's how he forced himself to be content with who he was. ]

... I'm not as nice as you probably think I am. I dated all those people to try and get my mind off of you. I used them for my own needs. I played with their feelings.

[Oh. Sinclair blinks, heat rising in his cheeks as Oria's words sink in.

Oh.

He hadn't noticed at all. But then, Oria hadn't wanted him to notice and maybe Sinclair had blinded himself a little to it, unwilling to believe Oria could like him the same way. He swallows and presses their foreheads together]

That is a terrible thing to do to people. [His own keen sense of morality had lead to the opposite; he played dumb and made it so he didn't notice anyone who approached him because he knew he had feelings for someone else. ]

...but I must be a terrible person myself, because knowing you were thinking of me makes me happy. [He gives a little wry smile. He's definitely a not good person at all. He's far too selfish.] Is me loving you such a bad thing?

No.

[ He answers that immediately and clings onto Sinclair tighter, his hand clutching onto the fabric of the hoodie sweater. ]

I just don't know... if I'll be enough for you. I don't think I'd ever be able to come back from that.

[ It took so many years for him to accept that his mother had felt that way. If it was Sinclair, then... ]

... So I'm sorry, for being a coward.

[Sinclair swallows, his fingers curling firmly at Oria's shirt]

What are you talking about? You're everything I've ever admired...liked. Loved. I was always thinking it was the other way. That I couldn't be enough for you.

[Knowing Oria had thought that, felt that was an ache he couldn't escape. He shakes his head a little, bumping their noses together slightly]

...could you say those words to me though? Just once?

[ Oh.

With Sinclair's face so close, he feels anxious, yet relieved. He knows himself better than anyone, but he wonders if it might be beaten out by a single person, and that person is right in front of him. He can feel his breathing just by being in such close proximity. ]

Why only once? Unless this is your way of rejecting me...

[Sinclair blushes, and this time there's no hiding it. It's fine. He doesn't intend on hiding anything now. Oria is so close, and his eyes are so blue...he feels like he could drown in them]

I thought you might only want to say it once. But if you want to say it more than that...

[ Oria quietly breathes out. ]

I love you. I love you a lot. You're someone that's so dear to me. You...

[ He tries to calm himself down, but he can't. Once he started, his feelings just tumble out, spilling into the air. ]

You're important to me.

[He had been hoping, wanting, but never quite daring to imagine this. His cheeks fan a brighter red and his eyes prick with tears. But that doesn't stop him from wrapping his arms around Oria firmly]

Mm. I love you too. I love you so much it hurts sometimes. [He exhales softly, still looking at Oria with wonder bright in his golden-brown eyes.]

...hey. Oria. [shyly] Can I kiss you?

[ So much that it hurts... He wonders briefly of how that must feel like, but he thinks he can understand after spilling his feelings out.

And there's something about being asked such a thing that makes him actually feel embarrassed. That vanilla scent is really messing him up. ]

... Yeah.

[ Sinclair blushes more because Oria is blushing, but he leans in carefully to press his lips to Oria's in a gentle chaste kiss. This is precious and he wants Oria to know that]

[ The kiss is chaste, but it's enough for Oria's heart to pound to the point his ears feel like they're drumming inside. He's had a lot of kisses, but none of them feel as good as this. ]

You're so cute. I wish I could see your face.

[ Aaaa. Already with calling him 'cute'. Sinclair blushes again and kisses Oria's cheek because he can and that fills him with a giddy feeling]

Y-You threw your glasses on your bed. I'd get them for you but that means getting up.

That's fine.

[ His grip on the hoodie sweater tightens a little. ]

I want you to stay here...

[ Sinclair curls a little around Oria in response]

Mm. Then I'll stay put.

[ He's so warm. Oria is glad for the warmth, and he's also happy. He finally told Sinclair how he feels about him, and there didn't seem to be any rejection despite the bad things he did. They even kissed.

However, he shudders a little. How is it possible to feel cold and hot at the same time all throughout the body? That's how he feels right now. ]

Cold...

...still?

[Sinclair frowns, and he hugs Oria a little more, pressing their foreheads together, this time to check Oria's temperature. If it's warm, that wasn't a good sign...]

Lets get the blankets then.

Mm...

[ Oria yanks the blanket under them to put it over them for warmth. However... ]

It's so cold... but so hot...

[ It wasn't long since Sinclair touched Oria's forehead, but he's warmer than he usually is. ]

...hey, you really did get sick from the rain. [Sinclair will try to get up if Oria lets him]

Let me go get some cooling packs for your forehead--

The rain can fight me.

[ And so can Sinclair, because Oria doesn't let him go. ]

[Oh. Well. Sinclair just stays put then. Can he cuddle this better?]

I don't think anyone can win a fight against the weather.

I will.

[ Oria says with a indignant tone all the while burying his face even more into the fabric of the sweater. ]

So just... stay here.

[ Sinclair nods, closing his eyes as he holds Oria close, and presses a kiss to the top of Oria's head. He's really allowed now and that fills him with wonder.]

Mm. I'll stay. 'm not going anywhere.

[ Oria closes his eyes, curling up a little in Sinclair's hold. The fatigue eventually eats away at his ability to stay awake, and so he falls asleep. It's quiet, and his sleeping expression looks peaceful.

And it remains that way until the next morning. ]

[ Sinclair wakes up first, feeling warm and groggy. Oria's still in his bed, in his arms and it's a reminder that last night wasn't a dream. Oria's sleeping expression is exceptionally peaceful and Sinclair doesn't want to wake him from it at all. So he's careful when he leans in to check Oria's temperature to see if it's gone up or down at any point in the night.

The room is filled with the faint light of morning, clouded by the still pouring rain. The candles had burned down into nothing at some point in the night]

[ The temperature is... exceptionally high. Despite that, Oria still has a peaceful expression in his sleep. In fact, he seems to be in a much deeper sleep than usual. He'd usually get up around this time, but he's still quietly snoozing. ]

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