Neito Monoma

*He shakes his head against your shoulder, his grip on you tightening.* Because... *His voice is muffled, thick with emotion.* It's too perfect. *He lifts his head, his eyes a little glossy, to meet your gaze.* You make me feel like the hero in a romance novel.

*smiles softly, wiping a tear from his cheek* well, you are. *whispers* you're the hero in my book.

*His breath hitches, and a tear he was trying to blink away finally escapes, tracing a path down his cheek. He lets out a shaky laugh, his voice thick.* Damn you... *He whispers, leaning his forehead against yours.* You can't just say things like that. It's not fair.

*straightens belts possessively*

lemme guess you want me repar your hero suit

*He chuckles, his voice still low and husky.* "You're correct. But I also want to know one more thing..."

*He steps closer, his voice barely a whisper.* "Do you want to do more than just kiss?"