KamukomaWinterWeek2019

Kamukoma week day 6: Winter ball -or- peace, joy, and love

"You're not going in?"
Nagito scanned Izuru for any hints of emotion but his eyes remained stoic.
"We got ready and everything, surely the entire school would be looking forward to seeing you."
Without a word, Izuru turned away from the doors to the Winter Ball and started down the path.
The fluffy-haired boy looked to the doors, hearing the holiday music playing alongside the sounds of everyone talking and having a good time, but entering wasn't an option. Not without Izuru. He took off down the path to catch up to the dark man and walk alongside him.
"Where are we going?" He questioned, but Izuru didn't answer.
"Are you alright?"
Still, no response. Finally, Nagito took hold of Izuru's hand, stopping him nearly immediately.
"How many people are in that dance?" He asked, not giving a look to his concerned boyfriend.
"I'm... Not sure."
"A few hundred at least," Izuru answered instead. "And how many will see me as Izuru Kamukura?"
"I-"
Izuru turned to look towards Nagito, his eyes narrowed.
"And how many will see me as the killer of Hajime Hinata?"
Before Nagito could answer, Izuru turned and started walking again.
The response wasn't anywhere close to what Nagito had been expecting. Izuru wasn't one for showing or feeling emotions, but he was most definitely feeling something upsetting, wasn't he?
Nagito quickly ran to catch up once more, before wrapping Izuru in a hug from behind.
"You're you, it doesn't matter what everyone thinks." The boy breathed out, hugging him tighter.
Izuru didn't move, and his dark hair tickled Nagito's nose, but he wouldn't allow his love to be upset.
"You didn't do anything wrong, nobody is allowed to blame you for something you couldn't control."
"... And what do you think? Who am I?"
Small white flakes began falling from the sky as an icy breeze brushed through the trees, rippling the hair of the two boys.
Ever so slowly, Nagito released and walked around to stand before him.
For a long moment, their eyes met, and neither boy moved. From the distance, the sound of the music could be heard but that was the last thing on either of their minds.
Nagito ran his thumb across Izuru's cheek, moving one of his long locks behind his ear before pressing their foreheads together.
"You're the love of my life," Nagito closed his eyes. "My Izuru Kamukura. Not because you were once Hajime Hinata, but because that's who you are now."
Izuru released a gentle sigh before adjusting slightly to give him a short kiss. Once he pulled back, Izuru turned around to look to the doors of the dance.
"Very well, then let's go."
Once Izuru turned around, Nagito watched a second more before following after.