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' izumi-kun ~ can i have your attention ~ ? ' arashi purrs in a needy manner as her hands play at the silver strains of the boys hair.

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                      he tilts his head,  questioning her - how annoying,  to have her almost begging for his attention -  it was like being in the presence of a cat that could talk.    “     su~uper annoying . what do you want ?     “

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idiot.

hey fellas……… did you know that …….. uh……..im the TOP now

            we’ve never had sex ‘cause your dumb ass is always too busy composing.

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I just want someone to kiss my neck, cuddle me, and play with my hair

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*vores u*

|   @illustri0u5

                       “     we’re breaking up .     “

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with wet sleeves, he vigorously rubs his eyes — and his nose while he’s at it. a quiet “sorry” is choked out, head turning away to avoid the model’s gaze. this wasn’t the first time he had fled after an argument, only to ring someone days after the incident. he had sworn to never come back when he slammed the door and ran — and yet here he was, at 3 in the morning, completely soaked by rainwater and slumped against one of the sena house’s quite fancy looking chairs.

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                        he is angry,  of course he is;  it is three in the morning and the model had been awoken from his   (  very light  )   sleep by the doorbell,  truthfully it wasn’t the only reason that he was in such a foul mood-  he had been caught in such worry because of the other,  the first couple of nights he had waited up until late hours for leo to come back to his side but he never arrived;  he had not seen him in several days and god knows what could have happened.  so maybe,  within anger does a flash of relief come.  he had picked out a fluffy grey towel that had conveniently been rolling around in the dryer for the past hour and nearly thrown it at his boyfriend,  but instead he walked up to him;  putting it on his head and mercilessly started to dry his hair;  even taking out the stupid ponytail to simplify the whole ordeal. 

                        “     you’re an idiot , you know that right ?     “    he tries to sound harsh when he speaks but the words come out soft;    “     come on .     “    he pulls leo along with him,  drags him off of the chair and towards the stairs with the intention of bringing him to a bathroom;  helping him get out of his clothes,  and into the bathtub.    “     i can’t have my stupid king being sick , alright ?      “    he sighs deeply,    “     yes , i’m mad at you - but see , i don’t want you getting sick because i spent all of my time yelling at you .     “    he puts on the hot water,  not caring that the other says it’s too hot;  but he eventually turns it down,  knowing that it is only too hot because the other’s body temperature is too low.    “     don’t ever fucking do this again alright , don’t leave and not say a word for days . i hate it when you do that , you’re an idiot .      “     but you’re my idiot,  and i love you so please stop worrying me so much.  he suddenly stands up,  saying that he will be right back as he goes off to find clothes that the other could borrow-  before remembering leo has his own shelf in his closet now;  sighing deeply,  it’s only because leo never takes his clothes back home.  but he guesses that it was a good thing now that he needs a change of clothes,  and he picks out a shirt and underwear for him to wear when he has gotten out of his bath. he returns with them shortly,  putting them on the marble sink.    “     that’s for when you’re do – no , i refuse to join you . i don’t want to get a cold because of you - yeah , i’ll stay in here though .      “    he sighs,  taking a seat upon the toilet and waiting for the other to finish cleaning himself off;  only helping him with that annoyingly orange hair of his. 

                        the towel he provides him with is rather large and fluffy,  and he let’s the other dry himself off whilst he brings out the hairdryer;  beginning to dry off the other’s hair instead;  being a little merciless with the hairbrush - take it as a type of punishment for having been gone for so long and worrying him sick.  izumi watches as he dresses up before pulling him along with him;  he obviously gets in bed before leo does but when he notices that the idiot looks mildly worried he lifts the covers.    “     come on , we have class tomorrow - an’ i’m not pulling out the futon for you .     “    when they are both under the covers he dares to wrap an arm around him;  the other laying securely under the head of his boyfriends.    “     don’t fucking do that again , i know you don’t like conflicts but anything could have happened -     “    a yawn interupts him,    “     when you were out ; or at least , call me so i know you’re okay you idiot . even if i don’t respond , i’ll know that you’re alive .     “    he leans forward to plant a kiss on his forehead,  another sigh-  his home might run out of oxygen with how much he has sighed in the past hour.    “     yeah , ‘love you too leo-kun .     “

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" sena, did you know that i looooove you ? " his arms are tightly wrapped around the model's shoulders — this is the 26th time this hour.

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                         a sigh bubbles from the depths of his chest,  hardly affected by the  ‘  i love you  ‘s that were spat at him every other minute of the past hour. . .  yet,  for someone with a lack of exterior reactions his words laid out like a thin veil,  coating his heart;  kept him warm.    “     you’re holding me too tight idiot , i’m not gonna run away !     “    he squirmed,  pushed the other back;  grumbled,  he did enjoy closeness but there was a limit to everything-  a limit which leo crossed frequently.

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IZUMI. he threads lithe fingers through orange locks, watching the contrast between his skin and the other's hair - " hey, stupid king. " his voice; soft, warm- tired; he slaps the side of his head so to get his attention -- " don't fall asleep in my lap, if you want to sleep then let's go to bed -- okay? so get up. "

“ don’t wanna … sleeping on sena feels waa ~ ay more luxurious than sleeping on a bed ♫ ”

fiery locks of hair shift when he does and half lidded eyes meet clear blue ones, adorned with long lashes. his fingers itch his elongated gaze comes to an end — emerald hues are hidden once again, and he returns to his original position with a quiet grunt. 

“i am, however, willing to bargain — carry me there, kay ? i’ve always wanted to be carried by an angel to heaven ★ sena heaven ~ ! ” 

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IZUMI. within green gaze he stands, feeling naked whilst from his eyes tears does pour; his heart hurts and it's stupid, it's STUPID how much that he feels for their idiot king -- everything that they have been through together, it has left his heart with an ache which cannot be avoided; izumi doesn't cry, he feels himself out of character - he wipes tears on the sleeve of his jacket, vision blurry. " fucking idiot. " he murmurs, to not only leo but himself.

because if there’s one person that he would devote his life to, it would be izumi.

oh, in a heartbeat, he’d surrender his all for that boy.

for once, he isn’t the one in the weaker position — in front of him is someone just as broken as he is, and he can’t help but wince at the sight. the knight was always the one that aided the king, following every order, and yet the opposite is unraveling in front of him. his lips press into a thin line — no, no, this felt so wrong. 

there’s a lump in his throat that he just can’t seem to force down, and that’s okay. he warmly invites his own feelings because he knows that it’s the right thing for him to do. he had always been there for leo, bearing a straight face and unwavering spirit. the least he could do is return it.

“ i know, “ he whispers, though even his own words confuse him. 

his fingers find their way to the hems of the taller boy’s sleeves, weakly gripping them and pulling them away from his face. such an ethereal sight, it is. even with his damp eyes and disheveled hair, leo still views him as one of god’s finest, most intricate creations. he feels oh — so selfish for keeping such a gift all to himself, but what was a king without a little bit of greed ? 

“ but you know, sena, even if the crowd boos and throws insults at you — even if the most horrid rumors arise and you fail all of your duties as a proud knight — ”

he lets go of the fabric, and vibrant emerald hues meet duller blue ones.

“ — i’ll never leave your side;  i’ll always stay by your side as your idiot king, even if the entire world turns its back on you. ” 

his breath heaves, and he takes a step forward — he has to be strong for him, no matter what.

“ hey hey, sena…

won’t you share your woes with me ? ”

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IZUMI. he's angry, hurt and angry; unable to control what bubbles in his heart, so hot; heavy -- he wants to break leo down, wonders if a second time would bring him back to what he was before and yet ... he brings him close, a fistful of his UGLY shirt -- and he kisses him with so much emotion, there is sadness and there is anger; gentleness and teeth. and when he pulls away he looks annoyed, eyebrows furrowed. " idiot king, i .. " he trails off, turns silent. " i love you. "

flinching and hesitation isn’t needed — he knows that no matter how rough the actions, or how bitter the words, he means no harm. the day that izumi no longer trusts him is the day that he dies, he had previously thought, and his current opinion still doesn’t differ. with lidded eyes, he melts into the kiss, and for a person who normally harbored so much energy, he seems awfully gentle. no — he looks far too docile and helpless, almost as if he’ll disintegrate with a single touch. 

but, he thinks, if it’s in front of him, then it’s alright. 

“ sena, “ he breathes, letting out what seems to be a shudder. his fingers reach forwards to caress his cheek, thumb running over his skin in an uncharacteristically gentle manner. “ my beloved sena, i lo~ve you too ! you’re my sena, right … ?

… scold me all you want, but forgive me this one time for being greedy, okay … ?” 

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and now that we’ve dissed leo, time to make a theme.

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                when your boyfriend appears on tinder and you swipe left cause ew.