He closed his eyes, feeling, relishing your touch. Why your hands are the warmest thing he has ever felt against his cold skin, he'll never know. He lazily opens them, and as he slowly did his thin lips smiled at the sight. There you are, straddling him in a sitting position, your fingers playing with his hair. Azusa likes being this close to you, he always feel loved, appreciated and cherished who no one else can do. He's staring blankly at you that he didn't notice he's already scanning your face: your hair framing your face, the twinkle in your eyes, your delicate skin, your kissable lips. Like he used to do. Beautiful, he thought, reaching his hand out as he caress your cheek. As... always. You, in response lean into his touch, your eyes never leaving his. Even at the most silent of all his moments with you, he never feels empty. Not anymore. He figured as long as you're right beside him everything comes to life. "How come... that I'm... in love... with...you?." He spoke in his own way only you who found adorable, making you smile. Then you hugged him, placing your head in the crook of his neck. "One of my mysteries."
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