Eyes like Emeralds {MikaYuu}

Ditzy Firework Fever

I brought myself closer to the slumbering Mika. Believe it or not, Mika stayed the night. I practically begged him. It's so hard to feel him leave. His warm touch ceases, cold nostalgia taking it's place. My mom was rather excited to see him here as well, so she also insisted that he stay the night. Now here we were, in my bed and extremely close to each other. The light snores and small breaths that escaped him rang in my ears like a beautiful chorus, it was calming.

His sweet breath made its way to my face. He held me close, our faces no more than three inches apart. Upon instinct, my fingers made their way to his face, continuously tracing his features as I did before, trying my best to imagine what he looks like.

I needed to know.

I began to think of what he reminded me of, comparing him to a million other things that I've touched, trying my best to recall anything that could compare to Mika. Only one word seemed to come to mind.

Soft.

Whether it was his hands, or his silky locks, or his cheeks, his neck...his eyelashes... his lips...he was soft. He even acted like a softy. Now that I mention it, his voice was nice and soft too.

I continued to trace him as I snuggled closer to Mika, my other hand now petting his hair.

I inhaled his scent, the mix of sweet cologne and his personal scent was intoxicating to me. I buried my face into what I believed was his shirt, inhaling more of it.

It reminded me of Summer.

Yet he reminded me of Spring.

My attention wander to the song that played from Mika's phone. Guitars, bases, drums, and various other instruments played in the background as the lead singer sang.

Fun Fact: Mika likes Fall Out Boy.

It seemed to be the only thing on his phone. I giggled at the very thought.

He should be thankful that I like Fall Out Boy as well. If not, he'd be in a real predicament here.

It was the Fourth of July.

I began to mouth the chorus, slowly transitioning to singing.

You and I were fire, fire, fireworks, setting off to soon.

I sang as quietly as I could, scared of waking up Mika. Especially with my horrible voice. Who'd wanna wake up to that? He'd hate me for that.

Just the very thought of his hate made me stop. My eyes now somewhat teary. I buried my face into his chest.

I knew I was being mellow dramatic, but I couldn't help it.

Losing Mika would be the end of my world.

I just can't lose him.

I can't.

I won't.

"Why'd you stop Yuu-chan?" He said, still half asleep, slightly long pauses present between stressed out slurs.

My eyes widened.

Oh, no. He heard.

"Sorry, Mika. I woke you up. I'm so sorry." I tried my best to not cry. Stupid Mika. He makes me more of crybaby, breaks down the barriers I've been building for so long like a house of cards. What are you doing to me? First I befriend you in an extremely short amount of time compared to others. Then we became best friends in less than a week. I love it when you call me Yuu-chan, despite how childish it sounds and the teasing I receive from others as a result. I'm so clingy to you. I can't stand the thought of losing you. I never want to leave your side, ever. I care for you more than I should.