#Princess_Battle!

Part 13

MiA P.O.V

The man sighed, fed up. His whole body seemed to cave in on itself slowly as he did so – his shoulders hunched, his head lowered but his eyes darting around, suddenly nervous.

"Yeah I went to Tsuzuku's. We spoke about it. He made me feel a bit better." The man paused, his gaze finally settling on his own shoes, "Look, I know, I'm an idiot..." His voice already sounded strained, as if he were about to cry, "But... for years... it's always been this way – and I know you remember. There hasn't been one MiA-free day. Always plaguing my thoughts, distracting me constantly, fucking me up..." His voice was becoming diluted by the small tears that escaped his eyes, "I don't know what to do about it. I'm obsessed. You're the most beautiful man I've ever met. Both body and soul..." My heart rate rose quickly the more he spoke, and so did the guilt, "And if, still, you don't want me, then that's fine, and I'll try even harder to leave you alone now," His voice, it seemed so harsh, but I could still hear the tiny essence of a timid bassist hiding behind it, broken, "Just please explain why you did that."

I couldn't look at him any longer. The ice cream I had recently consumed was threatening to show itself again, and my sweating hands started to shake. The clouds above us became a mask to the sun, and I thought they were going to cry just as Koichi was. Stupid. I'm such a fucking idiot. Due to my sudden anger at myself, I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, but Koichi noticed immediately. The bassist suddenly looked up at me, concerned. He always was concerned. Nobody had ever cared so much for me, even after I did such bad things. He still respected me. He still wanted to spend the day shopping with me. He still spent too much money on me. He still plastered a happy smile onto his face and smiled and laughed no matter what problems he ran into. And still, I treated this person like shit.

"Koichi..." I slightly relaxed as I spoke his name, "Koichi... I... I don't even know how to apologise. I remember - so well. Breaking your heart for the first time." The man opposite me continued to sniff and sob as I spoke, "I was stupid." His makeup started to run, "and you don't deserve such torture," I reached into my pocket to retrieve a clean tissue for him, which he gratefully accepted from me, "and last night – I was so tired, so fed up, I just wasn't thinking straight... I fucked up." The male began wiping the seemingly endless amount of tears that appeared, "It seems I have become so used to ignoring your love for me... it's as if I forgot... I'm a selfish man." He sobbed more, now using his clean jumper to wipe away fresh tears, the original tissue soggy and stained. "I didn't reject you because I didn't love you. I rejected you that day because... well... I'm just an idiot." Finally, the man managed to force out a giggle, and I smiled up at him, but I knew my own eyes were staring to well up with tears. "I've ignored love for too long now. It's not good for me. I let myself become a horrible, ignorant bastard and I hate it. I've ruined you. You funny... b-beautiful man..." He paused his sobbing for a second, and I paused my speech, and our eyes met, and I could feel a slight blush creeping onto my face. Those pure blue orbs stared at me, as if he were staring into my soul. Honestly, it felt as if someone else had taken control of my voice. But I didn't care now. Finally I was able to speak my mind... no, my heart. I wasn't going to stop now.

"Koichi. I am truly apologetic. I promise I will make it up to you. I promise." The sobbing stopped, but the tears continued to fall. Silent crying. "Koichi. That day. I remember breaking your heart. It tortures me now." The man had brought his feet up onto the bench once again, and he hugged his knees close to his chest, resting his face on his knees, looking up at me in a childish way. His eyes were still half filled with some sort of shine, some sort of hope or happiness. His pink fringe flopped half over one eye, and unfortunately I was stopped from gazing into one of them. "Koichi, please. I want you." What.

"H-huh?" The pinkette's eyes widened significantly as I said this, and he raised his head slightly. No I was not going to stop myself any longer.

"Koichi. I need someone to show me what love is. Show me how to become better at this. I need someone I can finally call my own. Someone who I could buy things for and take out to posh restaurants. Someone who would let me grab their hand whenever I wanted to, and someone who would look after me when I'm upset." The truth. Love was the medicine I needed. I finally stopped my stubborn ways. I finally opened up to someone.

Koichi P.O.V

At last: the time when MiA would finally follow his heart over his stupid mind. However I was utterly shocked and unprepared for such a moment. My hands trembling as he spoke, his words pulling and tugging at my heart, creating endless flows of tears, even if I felt no need to cry anymore. He also cried.

"Koichi... I think – no - I know... that I want that someone... to be... you."

The guitarist cried, and I silently brought a shaking hand up to wipe away the salty liquid, and I noticed his body freeze suddenly as he bought his own hand up, as if he didn't even know of his own crying. That hand found its own way to mine. It settled there. My hand on his cheek, with his hand on top of it. A perfect moment.

"MiA-san, if you're sure you want an idiot like me..." His gaze shot up and he seemed almost concerned, really, truly worried about what I was about to say, "Then, yes, I would love to be yours."

The next wave of our emotional tears were unstoppable, and I immediately scooted closer to the smaller male to hold him close.

"Thank you Koichi," I heard a faint whisper from the man I held, and I smiled to myself, my heart beating still too fast.

After a few minutes of managing to calm each other, we came to our senses again, wiping any excess tears away and standing up from the bench to scan the area for the nearest toilets. I was sure my makeup was a mess, and I was literally about to wet myself anyway.

We suddenly both regretted staying on the bench so long as our stiff legs forced us to stagger awkwardly through the park together, giggling at how idiotic we both looked, and I ended up having to half carry MiA as he could barely keep himself up.

After finally cleaning our faces up, we escaped into the fresh air again and I checked my phone: half 4.

"Will Tsuzuku be worried about where you are?!" MiA was suddenly concerned.

I shook my head, "The man doesn't worry that  much. You should know that, MiA-san."

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