By: risingfallback
Rated: M
Two endings to this one! This is the fluffy version
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"K-K-Kida!"
"Mi~ka~do!"
"That's not funny." His voice ended in a whine. He hated when Kida کہا his name like that. It always sounded so childish.
Of course, considering that the blonde had started to tickle him, childishness wasn't the farthest thing from his mind.
Mikado had always been sensitive to touch, tickling being no exception. Tears started to bud in his eyes, he started laughing so hard his stomach clenched, and he flailed, almost whacking Kida in the face and the gut several times, only missing because the stupid blonde was just that fast. If he had just kept the blanket on, he would have been fine, but noooo, he had to take it off.
"M-Masaomi, stop it!"
He hadn't thought it would work. It had been a fluke - he hardly used Kida's دیا name, because Kida fit him so well. He hadn't even thought it would register in the blonde's radar. But his fingers retracted up to his face, hiding the biggest blush Mikado had ever seen on him. In fact, it was the only real blush he'd ever seen on him.
Fuck. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!
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Kida backed up, falling onto his butt on the floor. He didn't even try to catch himself, just kept his arms up, trying to block that unmanly blush on his face. It was reaching Mikado status, almost! Damned that cuteness, that little stutter, the way his lips shaped "Masaomi." He'd die a happy - a very, very happy - man if Mikado just کہا it one مزید time.
"Masaomi?"
Okay, he was reaching heaven very soon.
Slowly, he inched closer to Mikado. The black-haired boy was staring at him with open curiosity and - Kida dared to hope - affection. The kind of affection Kida felt for him. The kind of affection that lead Kida to want to hug Mikado, kiss him, curl up at night and fall asleep with him. It was kind of sappy (or really sappy) but damn, did it feel good just thinking about it. If he just reached out, would Mikado mind...?
Tentatively, he said, "Mikado?"
"Yes?"
"Would...would you...that is to say..."
"Would I go out with you?"
"Yes! That!" Okay, what kind of a failure of a confession was this turning into? Seriously. He was going to facepalm later, in the safety of his house.
"I..." Mikado chewed his lip. He was silent for a few moments - it felt like forever to the impatient Kida, but hey, every character had his flaws right? "I..."
This was just too much for Kida. Pouting, he leaned in close, watching with just a bit of amusement at how Mikado pulled back as far as he could. "It's a simple question, Mikado. Yes یا no?"
"Um, oh...I guess yes then?"
Only Mikado would answer with a question. But still...it was something. Kida's chest felt lighter, his face felt hotter, and he was filled with sooo much joy. With a cry of "Mi~ka~do!" he started nuzzling the smaller boy, taking care not to crush him یا anything. He needed Mikado in tact for snuggling and all that fun stuff.
"Masaomi, that tickles!"
Oh, this was going to be fun!~
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Mikado wriggled, feeling his face flush and his stomach bunch painfully. Why was Kida doing this to him? He groaned, pushing Kida's shoulders away, trying to regain his breath. "Masaomi, please stop!'
"You have to say the safeword, Mikado!"
"Safeword?" What in the world was Kida going on about now? He knew his friend liked to make up words on the spot - it was what his friend called fun, یا something.
Weird kid.
"Yes!" He started tickling harder, even letting his hands stray up Mikado's shirt. Mikado hissed - his stomach was extra sensitive. "The safeword is 'I love you.'"
"That's a phrase!"
"Say it!"
"I...love you."
Kida removed his hands immediately. Mikado blinked - the blonde kept his word, that was true, but usually he teased مزید than that. Then he noticed the slight red tinge to his face. Ah. He felt his own face heat up a bit. It was an intimate thing to say, and he کہا it right after they'd started dating! He'd loved Masaomi for a while, that was true, but it had been different, akin to how he felt for Anri and his parents. Now...
"Ah...do آپ want to go somewhere? You're all dressed up, and my house isn't terribly exciting..." Unless the tickling counted. And he really didn't want it to.
"Of course! But do آپ think you're up to it? آپ did faint."
Well, there was that. But hey, he'd withstood several kisses, tickling, blushing and saying "I love you." He was practically Superman at this point, right?
"I'll be fine." He stood. This time, he didn't fall back, though he did feel the sting of having thrashed around. He ignored it, and کہا over his shoulder, "I'll get changed then."
"I can always help آپ into your clothes...or better yet, out of them!~"
He slammed the door.
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"Where do آپ want to go?"
"Ah...I don't know." Fidget. "I've never exactly been on a تاریخ before." Fidget.
Ever since he'd gotten back from changing - having tried, and failed again at fixing his hair - Mikado had been in constant motion. It was almost like having a سیکنڈ Kida around. Which, was amusing in a way, but it wasn't natural for Mikado. Hopefully it was just nerves. Kida looped his arm around his companion, bringing him into the all-too familiar Kida-hug.
"How about we go to the park? آپ know, the one where we saw the aliens?"
Smaller fidget. Good. "I'd like that."
He smiled. He was so easy to please sometimes. Hell, if he gave him a pen for his birthday, Mikado would be ecstatic. Not that he would. Pens were too cheap for his Mikado.
They walked like that, with his arm looped around narrow shoulders. It was comforting, in a way. He'd done this a thousand times before this weird relationship started up, and he'd be damned if he let it stop now. Besides, Mikado was all kinds of squishy, cute, comfy. Maybe if he played his cards right he could sleep over...
The park wasn't anything grand. The streetlights illuminated the درخت with the three slides branching from it. The kids that mobbed the place during the daylight hours had left long ago, leaving the slides and the surrounding benches open. From time to time, teenagers and coupled adults wondered by, but for the most part it was still.
"After you!" He let Mikado climb up the ladder first. Mikado, clad in a pair of jeans and that track hoodie he'd gotten fond of, scrambled up without a problem. Kida? He needed Mikado's help. Who knew tight pants were such a pain? The way Mikado's eyes gazed at his thighs though, that made the effort worth it.
Mikado leaned up against the bark of the tree, staring out at the park. "Masaomi?"
"Yes?"
"How long have آپ liked me?"
"Hmmm..." It was a valid question, he supposed. "I can't tell for certain, but probably since آپ stepped foot in Ikebukuro."
"Eh? That long?"
"It was only a couple of months ago," Kida explained away. In all actuality, it did seem like forever ago. He ticked off the reasons mentally: there had been the debacle with the Yellow Scarves, finding out Mikado was actually the leader of Dollars, the week یا so Kida had spent in the hospital, and the weeks he had been on the run with Saki, until the whole affair had blown over enough for him to return. In those weeks, he'd come to the conclusion that choosing to masturbate to your male best friend instead of the pretty girl lying اگلے to آپ was probably an indication that you're gay. It'd also been the reason why he'd steeled his resolve and finally confessed.
"I guess you're right..."
They lapsed into silence, Kida for once not trying to fill it with chatter. Instead, he came to stand اگلے to Mikado, who slid over to make room for him. That was just the kind of person he was, always giving, never really taking. Kida, he could take and take, but eventually he gave back.
"Here, I'll try to fix your hair for you."
"Really? Thanks a lot Masaomi."
"It's nothing, it's nothing. Here, just sit down in front of me - there's good." Kida crouched, ignoring the way his pants made it difficult to balance. Truth be told, he thought Mikado looked adorable with the extra added spikes, but since his companion was fretting over it so much, it was the least he could do.
Touching Mikado was just an added bonus, after all.
Despite the spikes, his hair was soft under Kida's fingers. He started سے طرف کی just teasing it, trying to straighten the ends out سے طرف کی smoothing them over and over again between his fingers. It was slow work, but Mikado kept up a steady flow of conversation.
It was the best night of Kida's life.
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Kida's hands were soothing. They fluttered about, sometimes brushing a section of hair for too long. Several times his fingers skimmed Mikado's scalp, but he always pulled away before Mikado could really enjoy it.
After a while, his eyes started to droop. While Kida's voice carried on, his faded, morphing into muffled snores. His body relaxed, so he didn't feel anything as he fell back to land against Kida.
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"Mikado? Mikado, did آپ fall asleep on me?" He waited - nothing. "Geeze, you'd think fainting the first time would have been enough."
Despite his grousing, he didn't hold any ill will towards his boyfriend. In fact, it was kind of adorable and reminded him of all the times when they were younger and had no internet access, when Mikado could never fall asleep before him. He shook with suppressed laughter, and then with the utmost care, lifted Mikado into his arms.
It was a lot harder to carry the boy than it had been all those years ago, but he hadn't been the leader of a gang for nothing. He hoisted him up princess-style and then with glee went down the slide - after checking that no one was looking, of course. He was silly, no denying that, but even he had some sort of manly pride...thing. At the bottom, he decided to carry Mikado on his back. He hooked the boy's legs around his waist, the smaller boy's arms naturally swinging آگے to drape across Kida's chest, almost getting stuck in the flaps of his jacket.
He attracted a lot of attention on the streets - the outfit really worked! - but no one dared to stop him. He thanked whatever saints there were for Kadota and his gang not دکھانا up. They were good fun, but he wasn't ready to deal with Karisawa and her Boy Love at the moment.
He just wanted to bask in Mikado a bit longer.
Thankfully for him, Mikado had دیا him a spare key so he didn't have to مچھلی around in the boy's pockets to open the door. As pleasant as the thought was - very, very pleasant! - he'd rather enact it while his boyfriend was awake and susceptible to that darling blush of his. He could feel the blood pool in his nose.
Well, Mikado had always accused him of being a pervert...
Like before, he didn't bother kicking his shoes off at the door, instead trudging آگے with a grunt, laying Mikado flat out on the floor. He made quick work of unfurling the futon, though he swore several times when he almost hit Mikado with a corner he had been maneuvering this way یا that. Finally, his work was done! The perfect futon کی, futon for a perfect boyfriend.
Okay, even he could acknowledge when he was getting disgustingly sweet.
"Sleepy time~" he whispered. He placed his hands underneath Mikado's knees and lifted him just enough off the ground to transfer him to the futon. Mikado's breath caught, just enough for Kida to pause, his hand falling still. But he started breathing normally again, and Kida's دل rate dipped back to its standard thump-thump.
"Silly Mikado. Always makes me look so...silly!" He heaved a sigh, running his hands through his hair. Leave it to him to pick the one دن Mikado would sleep like a baby to make a move. But he couldn't help but smile anyways. It wasn't perfect - what in his life was? - but it had been just right.
For him.
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Mikado groaned. Again. He was sure doing that a lot, wasn't he? He went to bat at the hair tickling his nose. Did he need a haircut یا something? He didn't remember his hair being able to reach that far before.
Wait. His eyes popped open with fright - but the سیکنڈ he saw gold-blonde, his pupils returned to normal.
"Masaomi?"
"Mhhhmmmm."
He stifled a laugh. He slowly rose, taking care to avoid jostling the yellow-eyed boy too much. His hand slipped to the zipper of his hoodie, yanking it down and throwing it with a lazy toss of the arm. It'd been far too hot. اگلے to him, Kida tried to blink back sleep, eyes shut half-way, and mouth stretching to accommodate the yawn that rattled through his body. Like Mikado, when he rose just the slightest bit, his body protested. His neck cracked several times - probably from the awkward angle he had been sleeping at, his head and torso on the futon, the rest splayed out on the hardwood floor. Mikado didn't stop to ponder it, but he found himself thinking, "Super cute."
He checked the clock out of instinct. It was just a few منٹ short of midnight. Which reminded him...
"Oh no! I fell asleep on our date, didn't I?"
Fully awake, Kida just grinned. "You did, but it's okay~"
"What? No, of course it's not. That's just so rude to you, Masaomi!" He started twiddling his fingers. What kind of friend - boyfriend - fell asleep on a date, much less the first one? And after he'd fainted too.
"No, really, Mikado. It's fine. I got to carry آپ ہوم like the fairy tale prince I've always meant to become!"
"...You...didn't carry me like a princess, did you?"
Kida laughed. "I'll only tell me if آپ kiss me~"
He blushed all the way from his high-forehead to his chest, but he complied, granting his boyfriend a kiss just as the digital clock flipped to midnight.
Rated: M
Two endings to this one! This is the fluffy version
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"K-K-Kida!"
"Mi~ka~do!"
"That's not funny." His voice ended in a whine. He hated when Kida کہا his name like that. It always sounded so childish.
Of course, considering that the blonde had started to tickle him, childishness wasn't the farthest thing from his mind.
Mikado had always been sensitive to touch, tickling being no exception. Tears started to bud in his eyes, he started laughing so hard his stomach clenched, and he flailed, almost whacking Kida in the face and the gut several times, only missing because the stupid blonde was just that fast. If he had just kept the blanket on, he would have been fine, but noooo, he had to take it off.
"M-Masaomi, stop it!"
He hadn't thought it would work. It had been a fluke - he hardly used Kida's دیا name, because Kida fit him so well. He hadn't even thought it would register in the blonde's radar. But his fingers retracted up to his face, hiding the biggest blush Mikado had ever seen on him. In fact, it was the only real blush he'd ever seen on him.
Fuck. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!
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Kida backed up, falling onto his butt on the floor. He didn't even try to catch himself, just kept his arms up, trying to block that unmanly blush on his face. It was reaching Mikado status, almost! Damned that cuteness, that little stutter, the way his lips shaped "Masaomi." He'd die a happy - a very, very happy - man if Mikado just کہا it one مزید time.
"Masaomi?"
Okay, he was reaching heaven very soon.
Slowly, he inched closer to Mikado. The black-haired boy was staring at him with open curiosity and - Kida dared to hope - affection. The kind of affection Kida felt for him. The kind of affection that lead Kida to want to hug Mikado, kiss him, curl up at night and fall asleep with him. It was kind of sappy (or really sappy) but damn, did it feel good just thinking about it. If he just reached out, would Mikado mind...?
Tentatively, he said, "Mikado?"
"Yes?"
"Would...would you...that is to say..."
"Would I go out with you?"
"Yes! That!" Okay, what kind of a failure of a confession was this turning into? Seriously. He was going to facepalm later, in the safety of his house.
"I..." Mikado chewed his lip. He was silent for a few moments - it felt like forever to the impatient Kida, but hey, every character had his flaws right? "I..."
This was just too much for Kida. Pouting, he leaned in close, watching with just a bit of amusement at how Mikado pulled back as far as he could. "It's a simple question, Mikado. Yes یا no?"
"Um, oh...I guess yes then?"
Only Mikado would answer with a question. But still...it was something. Kida's chest felt lighter, his face felt hotter, and he was filled with sooo much joy. With a cry of "Mi~ka~do!" he started nuzzling the smaller boy, taking care not to crush him یا anything. He needed Mikado in tact for snuggling and all that fun stuff.
"Masaomi, that tickles!"
Oh, this was going to be fun!~
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Mikado wriggled, feeling his face flush and his stomach bunch painfully. Why was Kida doing this to him? He groaned, pushing Kida's shoulders away, trying to regain his breath. "Masaomi, please stop!'
"You have to say the safeword, Mikado!"
"Safeword?" What in the world was Kida going on about now? He knew his friend liked to make up words on the spot - it was what his friend called fun, یا something.
Weird kid.
"Yes!" He started tickling harder, even letting his hands stray up Mikado's shirt. Mikado hissed - his stomach was extra sensitive. "The safeword is 'I love you.'"
"That's a phrase!"
"Say it!"
"I...love you."
Kida removed his hands immediately. Mikado blinked - the blonde kept his word, that was true, but usually he teased مزید than that. Then he noticed the slight red tinge to his face. Ah. He felt his own face heat up a bit. It was an intimate thing to say, and he کہا it right after they'd started dating! He'd loved Masaomi for a while, that was true, but it had been different, akin to how he felt for Anri and his parents. Now...
"Ah...do آپ want to go somewhere? You're all dressed up, and my house isn't terribly exciting..." Unless the tickling counted. And he really didn't want it to.
"Of course! But do آپ think you're up to it? آپ did faint."
Well, there was that. But hey, he'd withstood several kisses, tickling, blushing and saying "I love you." He was practically Superman at this point, right?
"I'll be fine." He stood. This time, he didn't fall back, though he did feel the sting of having thrashed around. He ignored it, and کہا over his shoulder, "I'll get changed then."
"I can always help آپ into your clothes...or better yet, out of them!~"
He slammed the door.
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"Where do آپ want to go?"
"Ah...I don't know." Fidget. "I've never exactly been on a تاریخ before." Fidget.
Ever since he'd gotten back from changing - having tried, and failed again at fixing his hair - Mikado had been in constant motion. It was almost like having a سیکنڈ Kida around. Which, was amusing in a way, but it wasn't natural for Mikado. Hopefully it was just nerves. Kida looped his arm around his companion, bringing him into the all-too familiar Kida-hug.
"How about we go to the park? آپ know, the one where we saw the aliens?"
Smaller fidget. Good. "I'd like that."
He smiled. He was so easy to please sometimes. Hell, if he gave him a pen for his birthday, Mikado would be ecstatic. Not that he would. Pens were too cheap for his Mikado.
They walked like that, with his arm looped around narrow shoulders. It was comforting, in a way. He'd done this a thousand times before this weird relationship started up, and he'd be damned if he let it stop now. Besides, Mikado was all kinds of squishy, cute, comfy. Maybe if he played his cards right he could sleep over...
The park wasn't anything grand. The streetlights illuminated the درخت with the three slides branching from it. The kids that mobbed the place during the daylight hours had left long ago, leaving the slides and the surrounding benches open. From time to time, teenagers and coupled adults wondered by, but for the most part it was still.
"After you!" He let Mikado climb up the ladder first. Mikado, clad in a pair of jeans and that track hoodie he'd gotten fond of, scrambled up without a problem. Kida? He needed Mikado's help. Who knew tight pants were such a pain? The way Mikado's eyes gazed at his thighs though, that made the effort worth it.
Mikado leaned up against the bark of the tree, staring out at the park. "Masaomi?"
"Yes?"
"How long have آپ liked me?"
"Hmmm..." It was a valid question, he supposed. "I can't tell for certain, but probably since آپ stepped foot in Ikebukuro."
"Eh? That long?"
"It was only a couple of months ago," Kida explained away. In all actuality, it did seem like forever ago. He ticked off the reasons mentally: there had been the debacle with the Yellow Scarves, finding out Mikado was actually the leader of Dollars, the week یا so Kida had spent in the hospital, and the weeks he had been on the run with Saki, until the whole affair had blown over enough for him to return. In those weeks, he'd come to the conclusion that choosing to masturbate to your male best friend instead of the pretty girl lying اگلے to آپ was probably an indication that you're gay. It'd also been the reason why he'd steeled his resolve and finally confessed.
"I guess you're right..."
They lapsed into silence, Kida for once not trying to fill it with chatter. Instead, he came to stand اگلے to Mikado, who slid over to make room for him. That was just the kind of person he was, always giving, never really taking. Kida, he could take and take, but eventually he gave back.
"Here, I'll try to fix your hair for you."
"Really? Thanks a lot Masaomi."
"It's nothing, it's nothing. Here, just sit down in front of me - there's good." Kida crouched, ignoring the way his pants made it difficult to balance. Truth be told, he thought Mikado looked adorable with the extra added spikes, but since his companion was fretting over it so much, it was the least he could do.
Touching Mikado was just an added bonus, after all.
Despite the spikes, his hair was soft under Kida's fingers. He started سے طرف کی just teasing it, trying to straighten the ends out سے طرف کی smoothing them over and over again between his fingers. It was slow work, but Mikado kept up a steady flow of conversation.
It was the best night of Kida's life.
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Kida's hands were soothing. They fluttered about, sometimes brushing a section of hair for too long. Several times his fingers skimmed Mikado's scalp, but he always pulled away before Mikado could really enjoy it.
After a while, his eyes started to droop. While Kida's voice carried on, his faded, morphing into muffled snores. His body relaxed, so he didn't feel anything as he fell back to land against Kida.
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"Mikado? Mikado, did آپ fall asleep on me?" He waited - nothing. "Geeze, you'd think fainting the first time would have been enough."
Despite his grousing, he didn't hold any ill will towards his boyfriend. In fact, it was kind of adorable and reminded him of all the times when they were younger and had no internet access, when Mikado could never fall asleep before him. He shook with suppressed laughter, and then with the utmost care, lifted Mikado into his arms.
It was a lot harder to carry the boy than it had been all those years ago, but he hadn't been the leader of a gang for nothing. He hoisted him up princess-style and then with glee went down the slide - after checking that no one was looking, of course. He was silly, no denying that, but even he had some sort of manly pride...thing. At the bottom, he decided to carry Mikado on his back. He hooked the boy's legs around his waist, the smaller boy's arms naturally swinging آگے to drape across Kida's chest, almost getting stuck in the flaps of his jacket.
He attracted a lot of attention on the streets - the outfit really worked! - but no one dared to stop him. He thanked whatever saints there were for Kadota and his gang not دکھانا up. They were good fun, but he wasn't ready to deal with Karisawa and her Boy Love at the moment.
He just wanted to bask in Mikado a bit longer.
Thankfully for him, Mikado had دیا him a spare key so he didn't have to مچھلی around in the boy's pockets to open the door. As pleasant as the thought was - very, very pleasant! - he'd rather enact it while his boyfriend was awake and susceptible to that darling blush of his. He could feel the blood pool in his nose.
Well, Mikado had always accused him of being a pervert...
Like before, he didn't bother kicking his shoes off at the door, instead trudging آگے with a grunt, laying Mikado flat out on the floor. He made quick work of unfurling the futon, though he swore several times when he almost hit Mikado with a corner he had been maneuvering this way یا that. Finally, his work was done! The perfect futon کی, futon for a perfect boyfriend.
Okay, even he could acknowledge when he was getting disgustingly sweet.
"Sleepy time~" he whispered. He placed his hands underneath Mikado's knees and lifted him just enough off the ground to transfer him to the futon. Mikado's breath caught, just enough for Kida to pause, his hand falling still. But he started breathing normally again, and Kida's دل rate dipped back to its standard thump-thump.
"Silly Mikado. Always makes me look so...silly!" He heaved a sigh, running his hands through his hair. Leave it to him to pick the one دن Mikado would sleep like a baby to make a move. But he couldn't help but smile anyways. It wasn't perfect - what in his life was? - but it had been just right.
For him.
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Mikado groaned. Again. He was sure doing that a lot, wasn't he? He went to bat at the hair tickling his nose. Did he need a haircut یا something? He didn't remember his hair being able to reach that far before.
Wait. His eyes popped open with fright - but the سیکنڈ he saw gold-blonde, his pupils returned to normal.
"Masaomi?"
"Mhhhmmmm."
He stifled a laugh. He slowly rose, taking care to avoid jostling the yellow-eyed boy too much. His hand slipped to the zipper of his hoodie, yanking it down and throwing it with a lazy toss of the arm. It'd been far too hot. اگلے to him, Kida tried to blink back sleep, eyes shut half-way, and mouth stretching to accommodate the yawn that rattled through his body. Like Mikado, when he rose just the slightest bit, his body protested. His neck cracked several times - probably from the awkward angle he had been sleeping at, his head and torso on the futon, the rest splayed out on the hardwood floor. Mikado didn't stop to ponder it, but he found himself thinking, "Super cute."
He checked the clock out of instinct. It was just a few منٹ short of midnight. Which reminded him...
"Oh no! I fell asleep on our date, didn't I?"
Fully awake, Kida just grinned. "You did, but it's okay~"
"What? No, of course it's not. That's just so rude to you, Masaomi!" He started twiddling his fingers. What kind of friend - boyfriend - fell asleep on a date, much less the first one? And after he'd fainted too.
"No, really, Mikado. It's fine. I got to carry آپ ہوم like the fairy tale prince I've always meant to become!"
"...You...didn't carry me like a princess, did you?"
Kida laughed. "I'll only tell me if آپ kiss me~"
He blushed all the way from his high-forehead to his chest, but he complied, granting his boyfriend a kiss just as the digital clock flipped to midnight.
