BL ONESHOTS NO.5

⁵³⁰Kant x Bison

In the bustling heart of downtown, the coffee shop "Brewed Awakening" buzzed with the typical chatter of city dwellers. The aroma of freshly roasted beans mingled with the distant scent of pastries, creating a cozy atmosphere. It was here, nestled in a corner booth with a view of the street, that two unlikely friends first found their paths intertwined.

Kant was a brooding artist with tousled hair, a penchant for painting the skyline, and a heartbeat that had always marched to a different rhythm. Across from him sat Bison, a cheerful graphic designer with a wide smile and a passion for tattoos that adorned his arms like a living canvas. They had met through mutual friends, and after a few drinks and shared stories, their friendship blossomed.

One crisp autumn afternoon, as the leaves painted the sidewalk golden, Bison leaned forward with a mischievous grin. “So I have a question for you, why are you still single?”

Kant raised an eyebrow, feeling the unease prick at his chest. “Don’t trust so easily, and that goes for everyone that enters my life. I have a hard time trusting since my last relationship fucked me over, putting me in jail time for three years on a charge that I didn’t do.”

Bison’s smile faltered slightly, replaced by a look of genuine concern. “What do I have to do to get your trust?”

Kant studied his friend’s earnest gaze, feeling a warmth flutter in his chest. “Time, honesty, and maybe a few good conversations,” he replied, trying to deflect the weight of his past.

“I can do that,” Bison said, nodding enthusiastically. “How about we start right now? Just tell me what you like—what sparks joy in your life. I’ll go first.”

As Bison launched into stories about his artwork and the joy of creating, Kant found himself slowly entranced. There was something infectious about Bison’s passion. The way he spoke, the light that danced in his eyes, made warmth spread through Kant’s guarded heart. Before long, he was sharing his own dreams: his desire to exhibit in galleries, to travel through Europe, to find beauty in every corner of the world.

As the weeks turned into months, their bond deepened. They spent countless evenings together, exploring galleries, laughing over late-night takeout, and sharing secrets under the stars. Bison was patient and persistent, and slowly, Kant began to let his walls down. He discovered comfort in Bison’s steadiness.

One night, after a particularly inspiring gallery opening, they walked through the city, the streets lit with the soft glow of streetlights. Bison stopped under a tree, turning to Kant. “You know, I never get tired of these moments. You have this way about you that makes everything feel… brighter.”

Kant felt his heart race. “You really mean that?” he asked, searching Bison’s eyes.

“Absolutely,” Bison replied, stepping closer. “It’s like you see the world differently, and I want to be a part of that.”

Kant felt vulnerable yet alive, the walls he had built finally crumbling. “I’m scared, Bison. I’m scared of getting hurt again.”

Bison reached out, tucking a loose strand of Kant’s hair behind his ear. “I won’t hurt you. I promise. I want to be here, by your side. You’re worth it.”

With Bison’s gentle touch lingering, Kant made a choice. “Okay,” he breathed, a smile breaking across his face. “Let’s take this leap together.”

From that moment onward, their relationship flourished. They faced challenges, of course—the shadows of Kant’s past sometimes flickering at the edges of their happiness. But Bison was unwavering, always ready with love and support. He took Kant’s hand, reminding him that they were in this together.