God how Ouma-kun loved the soft voice of his longterm boy crush. He was plucking leaves and sticks from his hair carelessly. Earlier he had tripped over one of his shoe laces which were decorated with a checkered pattern and fell face-first into a soft but itchy bush.
Ouma let out a loud and annoyed filled groan, then proceeded to smack the side of Amami's head with a hand. He giggled, satisfied with the annoyance he had just caused the other. Amami, who was just holding a blank look, finally finished plucking everything from the shorter male's hair.
He sighed and slowly got up, holding out a hand for Ouma. Ouma of course took his hand and lightly squeezed, locking his fingers inside his. He pulled himself up and almost suggested a dance when he leaned against the taller male. Amami formed a soft smile and held his other hand then began a slow type dance, making sure Ouma was pressed close against him and making sure he was blushing. Alot. He always found Ouma's flustered expression so adorable, but he never commented on it as he knew how insecure the grape was.
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꒷꒦˚🍉₊· ଘ "I can't get that out of my fucking mind." .・ฅ🍬 ⁺₊˚
Fanfiction꒷꒦˚🍉₊· ଘ Rantaro Amami, and his nearly long life best friend Kokichi Ouma, decide to book a vacation together. Neither of them know the angst and special moments that will attend in the future. .・ฅ🍬 ⁺₊˚
