Bottom Mafu Oneshots (Hiatus)

Hint - Soraru/Luz/Mafumafu (Req)

this wasn't intended to be srlz competing against each other but i couldn't help but add a lil conflict between them :>>

for: I_hate_bitches

Do not read if you're uncomfortable with: violence and mentions of blood

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Third Person POV

Sapphire eyes roamed around the surrounding area, every deafening second that passed by ticking endlessly in his thought-filled mind while his foot tapped impatiently on the stone pavement. The soft pattering of raindrops drizzled on the busy road in front of him, forming puddles that coated the surface of the usually parched road as small splashes were thrown on the sidewalk by some passers-by and passing vehicles. 

The calming sound of the drizzling rainwater was overtaken by various nearby noises, emanated from the local shops, rushing office workers, groups of students, and the occasional sound of horns being blasted from the vehicles on the asphalt road, complaints and protests thrown because of the scheduled road-widening for today.

The rainfall had just started, though the sky wasn't entirely filled with gray and even let out the thinnest rays of sunshine, but the male refused to leave his spot and stayed under the bus stop, gaze fixed on each side that his vision could see, as if waiting for something, someone to show up. Currently, he paid no heed to how much time has flown ever since he had decided to stand by idly beneath the bus stop's roof, and nor did he give a damn about it. 

The male in question, Soraru, was just about at his limits.

He was usually known as an incredibly patient person. The cool, reserved, calm, lazy yet hard-working and composed Soraru that was hard to budge and rare to be seen in an angry mood(other than when he's feeling annoyed which, of course, is what a lot of his friends see most of the time), the senior that a lot of his friends, especially that one adorable person, looked up to since they first met.

Oh, yes, speaking of that adorable person, he was the reason why Soraru had been told to wait right by the bus stop near that person's apartment complex, and though the male couldn't really refuse the offer of being able to meet that person again, he still needed to make sure that he won't be too transparent with his feelings for him.

His name was Mafumafu, or Mafu in short, but that nickname was reserved for Soraru only. The male was three years younger than him, taller by only two or three centimeters, and basically the exact opposite of Soraru, both inside and out. 

Mafumafu had slightly long, silky and snowy hair that looked really soft to the touch, a rather petite face adorned with large, brilliant carmine eyes that reflected the innocence and purity of his soul, a pair of small, thin lips that Soraru had longed to feel and touch at first sight, and a delicate, thin frame that Soraru knew he would be able to hold and cradle one day. His voice was other-worldly too. A lot more high-pitched than that of an average man would have, but not too feminine to make him sound like a girl. And the albino would always speak with the softest, sweetest voice Soraru had ever heard. It was like listening to an angel every time he spoke.

Everything about Mafumafu was perfect, from every white strand of his hair to the very bottom of his feet, from the usually bright smile caused by his rather slaphappy nature to the flushed, yet breathtakingly sorrowful expression on his face whenever he was feeling a little too blue. Soraru loved everything about the albino. From every detail and flaw in his adorable yet angelic body to his precious and charming personality, Soraru loved it all.

Soraru loved Mafumafu. He wanted the younger male more than anything, and he wanted Mafumafu all to himself.

By the time he sent one, final text message in his phone, a small blur of white suddenly came into view in the corner of his eye. Among the flood of brown and black-coloured hair, his keen vision spotted an albino that stood out among the others' monochrome hair colours. A bubbling, fluffy sensation arose in his chest the more his eyes could make out the face of a certain albino from afar, and the erratic, excited beating of his heart didn't help in the matter.