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Suga's pov:
After the trip back home, Iwa dropped Yams and Osamu off at their house. Then, he drove back to his.
When we got to his, we changed into comfy clothes and sat on the sofa watching TV. I tried to relax and focus on the movie but Iwa seemed stressed and agitated.
"Are you ok Iwa?" I asked, which startled him.
"Yeah, just thinking." He mumbled.
"Want to talk about it? It seems to be making you stressed." I said, looking at him worriedly.
"It was just something Oikawa told me. Just don't worry about it." He said, closing his eyes and leaning his head back.
I starred at him in silence for a few seconds, before he spoke up again.
"What would you do if I asked you out?" He asked, eyes still closed.
My eyes widened to the size of football's as my mouth went dry. Did he say what I think he just said?...
"Actually, don't worry, dumb question." He said, sighing and standing up.
I quickly grabbed his wrist and turned him around. Before he could utter a word, I pulled him down and connected our lips together. Our lips fitted together perfectly, moving in a slow, nice pace. To make it more comfortable, I stood up. I wrapped my arms around Iwa's shoulders and he wrapped his around my waist.
We kissed for a few seconds before pulling away.
"Wait, does that m-" He started, but I cut him off.
"Yes, I would say yes Iwa." I said, kissing his cheek.
He smiled widely and picked me up. I let out a laugh and let him spin me around. When he finally stopped, he attacked my face with small kisses.
"Iwa!" I shouted, laughing.
"I love you." He said, truthfully.
I looked at him for a few seconds wondering if I should say it back. They are such delicate, special words...But it feels right to say them right now. Cause we love each other, at least it seems as if we do.
"I love you too." I replied, without thinking again.
And I never thought about not saying those words to Iwa ever again. Why? Because the way his eyes shone and the happiness that took over me whenever we said those three words was amazing. It was love, I knew it was.
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~ 5 Years Later ~
I was finishing up with serving a nice old lady when she gasped and pointed at my hand.
"You're married? Who's the look girl?" She asked, as I handed over her coffee.
"It's a boy, actually." I said, laughing.
"Oh my, sorry for assuming it was a woman." She apologized.
"It's alright, no worries." I said, smiling.
"Is he sweet like you? Oh, do you have pictures with him? I'm sure you two are lovely together." She said, as she paid.
"I don't have my money with me but he works as a tattoo artist right across the road." I said.
"Across the road? That's really close then! Always together, I assume." She said, smiling sweetly.
"Always, he is just across the street after all." I said.
"Well, I hope you and him have a great life." The old lady said, before waving and leaving.
I waved back and my heart filled with pure joy as she linked arms with another old lady who kissed her cheek. Love truly is beautiful, and I'm lucky to have mine right across the street.
