Soramafu ONESHOTS (#2!!) [COMPLETED]

27. Heartbreaks and Expectations

Tell me if you ever cared,
If a single thought
For me was spared.
Tell me when you lie in bed,
Do you think of something
I once said.
Tell me if you hurt at all,
If someone says
My name with yours.
It may have been so long ago,
But I would give
The world to know.

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            Soraru tilted his head upwards, a smile already tugging on his lips. Mafu observed the way he smiled, a smile that is almost smirking. His eyelashes are so long... Mafu gave himself a light shake. He should not fall in love with him. He could not allow himself to. But he also could not help this feeling, building inside him until he is to the point of bursting.
           As usual, Soraru's eyes slid slowly to catch Mafu's, and he felt himself lurching forward slightly, his breath stolen away from him. His gaze was so inviting, so captivating.. He could almost feel that they are more than strangers. But then Soraru would break the gaze, and the feeling would leave Mafu feeling lost, and captured all over again.
            "Mafu." Had he imagined that? Soraru saying his name? He would admit, he loves the way the raven-haired male say his name. But then again, he also loves the way Soraru would part his lips, almost sensually, when he was thinking; loves the way he would blink slowly, and smiles the sinfully innocent smile when other people accuse him of something bad.

            "You're so mean," Mafu whispered to himself, burying his face in his arms. "Who is?" He heard a familiar voice and turned. "No one, Amachan." "You sure?" The brunette asked, frowning. Mafu nodded, and Amatsuki slid into the seat opposite him, making Mafu raise his head slightly. Just then, Soraru stood up, ready to leave. He was accompanied with his two friends -that Mafu had identified as Lon and Suzumu- and exited the room.
             Mafu had sworn that when the three of them had walked past their table, Soraru had looked at him -with a damn hot expression- and smirked. Mafu felt his face heat up, and his breathing turned shallow. When they had finally left, Mafu slumped with disappointment, his hands flying up to press against his chest.
           "What was that?" Amatsuki asked, a devilish smile playing on his lips. "What was what?" Mafu pretended to not know anything. "What was that smirk that the guy -the hottest guy in the whole uni- just sent to you meant?" So he was not hallucinating. Mafu sat up, his cheeks blazing, and stammered out a sentence. "You imagined it-" "-No I didn't!" Amatsuki retorted, his smile widening. "Don't even try to deny it! I saw it, you saw it, the whole damn library saw it!" He raised his voice a little, but before Mafu could yell back, they were interrupted by the librarian. "Keep quiet!!" She shouted, and both of them sank into their seats, face red with embarrassment.
            He felt his face cool down, and only then, he trusted himself to talk. "He is interested in girls, and he is a playboy." The sentence left a bitter aftertaste in his mouth, making him feel sick. Besides, he has already known the feeling of being pushed away by Soraru before. He wondered briefly, what would Soraru do when he was seduced? Would he would he just smirk in that infuriating way of his, and turn the game around? He knew that it is definitely the second choice -it would always be that.

         He also wondered how would the raven-haired male's lips feel if he placed his own against his, and how would his fingers feel on his bare skin. He was instantly disgusted, but at the same time, he craves for it. For him. He pushed the thought away from himself. These thoughts are stupid. He already know how his lips feel; how his fingers feel; he should not be craving for him again. Part of him knows he should tell the brunette about this, but he refused. Only the gods know how Amatsuki will feel when he tell him about the breakup, and the fact that he had dated him before without telling his best friend.