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Title: Starry Skies

Part 5 of my “Cray-Cray for Cater” series! Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4 can be found here!

Parings: Cater Diamond x Twisted Wonderland Male OC (Mirai Yuhara)

Summary:

Mirai is struggling with his homework, so why not ask his super smart boyfriend for help.

cw: None!

a/n: I don't hate Vargas, I promise, he just had to be the bad guy for a sec.

Reblogs are appreciated, just use my custom tag, #TheMaladaptiveWriter12, if you do! (─‿‿─)♡

Cross posted from my Ao3: TheMaladaptiveWriter12

It was the most dreaded period of Mirai’s day, gym class. Mirai didn’t even know why he had to even be in a gym class that was centered around flight, when he had no magic to begin with. Mirai supposed that it was due to every freshman having a core schedule and with him being a student, albeit, half of one, that he still had to take it, but it really was pointless when all he could do the second half of class was sit there. Well at least he didn’t have to exert himself too much, and he got to stop earlier, so he guessed it had its own perks.

Mirai met up with Ace and Deuce on the field, the two already bickering about something.

“Can you two go five minutes without fighting about something?” Mirai asked, putting Grim down on the ground.

“He started it,” the two said at the same time. They both looked at each other, faces twisting in anger. “Did not,” they both shouted, “Did too! Jinx! Jinx again! You owe me a soda!”

Mirai laughed at the two.

“Hey freshies!”

Mirai whipped his head around, already knowing the owner of the voice. “Hey Cater,” Mirai waved as Cater made his way over to the group.

“Hey Boo,” Cater sang with a wink.

This was the only time Mirai liked gym class, when the upperclassmen had a joint session with his class, and that meant Cater would be there.

“With the amount of times you’ve signed up for this, one might think you actually cared for physical education,” A deep voice gruffed.

“Ha ha, very funny, Leona,” Cater sneered with a smirk, “We all know you’re here because you’re failing unlike the rest of us.”

“And you’re not?” Leona smirked.

“I’m not failing now, but unlike you, I don’t have any red marks for skipping as many times as you do.”

“But at least he tries, unlike you.”

Mirai looked behind Cater and was met with Vil Schoenheit’s piercing gaze.

“Why try when I don’t wanna do it anyways, #Lame,” Cater said nonchalantly.

There was a flash of light and suddenly Lilia Vanrouge materialized in front of Cater.

“You and a certain blue haired youth need to try harder in general,” Lilia laughed.

“Why do that,” Idia Shroud’s tired voice droned as he drug his feet as he walked up to the group. “Gym class is for normies, and meatheads, totally trash-tier.”

Mirai laughed, “Exactly. I don’t know what’s worse, the changing part, the public humiliation part, or the exercise part.”

“Ugh,” Idia groaned.

“See! My point exactly,” Cater laughed.

“I could drink ta that,” Leona gruffed.

“You guys are sad,” Vil sighed.

“Oh perks of being young,” Lilia sighed.

“Alright, alright you lot,” Coach Vargas shouted, blowing his whistle, “Enough chit chat! Line up!”

Everyone lined up, freshman in the front, third years in the back. Coach Vargas went over the day's lesson, which pretty much was the same every gym class, warm ups, two laps, then flight practice. Mirai wanted nothing more than to get out of the scorching hot midday sun and take a nap.

“Diamond,” Coach Vargas called, starting roll call.

“Heyo,” Cater waved with three fingers.

“Grim?”

“Here,” Grim squeaked.

“Kingscholar.”

Leona sighed.

“Kingscholar,” Coach Vargas called again warningly.

“Here,” Leona gruffed angrily.

“Schoenheit.”

“Here,” Vil said.

“Shroud.”

“Here,” Idia muttered tiredly.

“Spade.”

“Here,” Deuce shouted.

Ace snickered.

“Trappola,” Coach Vargas called.

“‘Sup,” Ace said, composing himself.

“Vanrouge.”

“Good afternoon,” Lilia smiled.

“Yuhara.”

“Here,” Mirai sighed.

After roll was over, Coach Vargas had everyone split up into pairs, an upperclassman to an underclassman. All they had to do was a series of stretches that consisted of arm stretches, toe touches, butterfly stretches, and back stretches. And while they did so, they had to spot for each other, making sure that they were doing them correctly and safely. Deuce ended up with Leona, Ace with Vil, which Ace cringed at, and of course, Mirai and Grim were paired with Cater.

“Okay,” Cater said, clapping his hands together, “how about we start with some simple arm stretches?”

Mirai nodded.

The pair stretched their arms, one arm hocked over the other, and Grim did so as well, stretching his little monster cat arms.

“Now toe touches,” Cater winked.

“O-Okay,” Mirai nodded.

Cater went first, standing straight before reaching down touching his toes on the first bend, holding the pose for ten seconds, then he stood up straight. Mirai really didn’t know why they had to be each other’s spotters, for they were just simple stretches.

“Okay, your turn.”

Mirai sighed dreading the stretch. Mirai stood up straight bending down to touch his toes, but only he didn’t, he couldn’t touch his toes. His fingertips only came down to his knees, and any lower bought a searing type of pain. Mirai felt his face flush in embarrassment and in disappointment.

“Can you go any further?” Cater asked softly, running a hand up and down Mirai’s bent back.

Mirai shook his head, standing straight, keeping his eyes downcast.

“That’s okay, we can move on.”

They moved on to a butterfly stretch, and once again, Cater went first, completing the stretch. Then Mirai followed and once again he wasn’t able to stretch down as far as he should. Mirai huffed in annoyance, not even holding the stretch for the required time. Grim watched Mirai with something akin to worry etched on his feline face, but he said nothing.

They moved onto the last set of stretches that consisted of stretching both arms to either spread legs, then one that laid their bodies flat to the ground between their spread legs, well, that’s how it was supposed to go, but that didn’t happen. Ace’s and Deuce’s groups were done, so they made their way over to Mirai and Cater, and not soon after Lilia, and Idia made their way over as well. There was a good majority of students who were still stretching scattered about, and Coach Vargas made his rounds, checking and critiquing everyone's work. Mirai just hoped he could finish before Coach Vargas got to him.

Mirai didn’t like the increase in eyes on him as their group grew in size, but he had to finish, lest he wanted to get marked for nonparticipating. Mirai tried his hardest to lay his torso to the ground and stretch his arms in front of himself, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t get any lower than measly putting his palms on the ground in front of himself.

“Yuhara,” Coach Vargas yelled, “I do not accept laziness! Stretch properly.”

The field got quiet and the entire class had eyes on the Magicless Prefect. Mirai grit his teeth, face flushing, glaring at the grass in front of him. Coach Vargas marched his way over standing over the group.

Cater stood up stammering, “But, but Coach-”

“Diamond, you’re supposed to be his spotter and he’s slacking,” Coach Vargas chided, cutting Cater off, “Didn’t I say I would only allow you to do this if you didn’t slack off?”

“W-Wait, that's, that’s not-”

“Yuhara! Do it again! Start from the beginning!”

The group stood in a tense silence as Mirai sighed angrily, getting into position, reaching forward only to stop before he really did anything.

“You’re not even trying,” Coach Vargas snapped, “Do it again.”

“Don’t you get it,” Cater shouted, “He can’t. He physically can’t!”

Ace and Deuce looked as if they wanted to help, but didn’t know how. Lilia was currently stopping Grim from giving Vargas a piece of his furry little mind, Idia looked as if he wanted to run and hide, the second hand embarrassment making his heart race, and the others looked as if they were ready to set the entire field ablaze.

Mirai stared angrily at the ground, moisture clinging to his eyelashes. He wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Mirai wanted to jump off the cliffs of the school and never be seen again.

“Again. You can’t do it right unless you don’t try,” Coach Vargas said.

“And he did.”

“You can’t possibly call that-”

“Here,” Mirai gritted out as he stood. Mirai ripped his prosthetic from its socket and thrust it at Vargas. “This is why I can’t! So please, if you can, revert the damages, please do!”

Coach Vargas looked at the group, shocked and clearly uncomfortable. Even though he didn’t want to back down, he grumbled to himself, and walked away blowing his whistle loudly.

“Two laps! Let’s go,” Coach Vargas shouted.

Mirai stood up, putting his arm back, before he jogged off ahead of the group, keeping his head down.

“Mirai,” Cater called, but Mirai didn’t listen.

Mirai hated people like that, people who could see past their own abilities and expected others to fall in the same place as they do. Mirai was more than happy to make a scene and make those people just as uncomfortable as they made him, or even more so if need be.

After the accident, the doctors told him he was lucky to be alive, let alone be able to walk, but that didn’t mean it still didn’t hurt when he was reminded of his disabilities, what he had lost, who he had lost. But Mirai was trying his hardest, he always was, but to many, that wasn’t enough, and he hated it. Some nights his back pain kept him up, and sometimes it was too much to bear that he couldn’t get up in the morning, and there was nothing he could do about it. So Mirai put up with it, he dealt with the pain, he dealt with walking with that crooked gait, he dealt with having to live with his scars, he dealt with not being able to sit up straight, he dealt with his partial blindness and the pain that accompanied it. Mirai dealt with it all.

Mirai scrubbed at his eyes with his sleeves as he jogged, and as time went on, he ended up taking the rear with Idia who dragged his feet as he jogged, huffing and puffing like he ran a marathon. Mirai was only midway through with his second lap, when the majority of the class was already done with their laps, waiting on the stragglers. Mirai and Idia were two of them. Idia slowed his efforts, jogging to match Mirai’s pace, clapping a hand on Mirai’s shoulder. Idia didn’t say anything, but the look on his face was enough for Mirai to get the message. And after a while, Cater slowed as well. The three jogged at a leisurely pace, the only ones left doing their laps.

“Come one you three,” Coach Vargas yelled, “we don’t have all day!”

“I don’t know what more you want me to do, besides keel over,” Mirai sneered quietly.

Idia snickered, “That doesn’t sound too bad right now.”

“Anything but this sounds good right now,” Cater huffed.

Much to Coach Vargas’ chagrin, the three kept their slower pace and finished their laps together. Coach Vargas went on a tangent on muscles or something, Mirai didn’t care at this point. All he wanted was to change out of his gym clothes and shower.

“Okay everyone,” Coach Vargas shouted, “time for flight practice. Grab your partner and grab a broom.”

While everyone else grabbed their broom, Mirai sighed in relief as he wandered off to the nearest shaded spot and sat down. Since Mirai couldn’t fly, he didn’t have to do anything, but Grim could, so Cater helped him. But after Grim’s protests, and refusal for help, Cater went and did his own thing, standing on the handle as he did tricks and flips on it.

“I realize that you fly like you’re riding a skateboard,” Mirai chuckled as Cater did a mock kickflip with his broom.

Cater laughed, “Technically, we’re supposed to sit, but Coach stopped caring after a lot of the upperclassmen started flying the way they wanted to.”

“What’s it like, to fly, that is?”

“It’s like,” Cater started, getting off the broom to sit next to Mirai on the grass, “It’s like, freeing I guess. Like NGL, my first time on the broom was terrible and it wasn’t easy, but it’s fun now. And the worst part is the bugs. Like imagine flying, sun on your face, wind in your hair, and then suddenly getting a mouthful of bugs, #Gross.”

Mirai cackled, throwing his head back, “Sounds traumatic.”

Suddenly Grim’s tiny broom launched itself across the field, with a terrified Grim hanging from the bristles for dear life.

“Grim,” Mirai and Cater shouted, chasing after him.

After gym class was over, the class made their way back to the locker room, and when a big group of students passed Mirai in a race to change out, a large hand made its way into his hair, ruffling his shaggy blonde strands. Mirai jumped in surprise, his head whipping around to find the culprit, and when he did, he didn’t expect to see Coach Vargas standing next to him. Coach Vargas didn’t say anything but the look on his face said it all. Mirai nodded at him, and Coach Vargas seemed to visibly relax with a sigh, the man tension in his body melting away. With that, Coach Vargas jogged off to his office, and Mirai passed that day with full credit.

After classes Mirai cleaned up around Ramshackle, ate, and showered. The last thing he now had to do was do his homework, and like always, he struggled. In his current unit in Magic history and Potionology, there’s a sub unit about the stars, but he couldn’t get this world's ideology. Magic from the stars, wishes, it was all Greek to Mirai. So he had decided to ask Cater for help with his homework, the entire topic going over his head, and the Heartslabyul third year was more than willing to help, telling the Ramshackle Prefect to meet him outside the Hall of Mirrors.

It was late, the wind cold and punishing, and Cater was late, not even at their meeting place when he was the closest out of the two of them. Mirai was starting to regret asking in general, it was cold, dark, and the ways the trees blew in the breeze were starting to give him horror movie vibes. Mirai checked his phone over and over for a text that their plans were canceled, or if Cater was going to be late, there was nothing. Mirai was just about ready to head home, when something obscenely large flew past him, the gust picking up grass and dirt. Mirai froze, his heart pounding in his chest, whatever it was, it was fast, too fast. He backed himself up to the door of the Hall of Mirrors, eyes darting around, looking for whatever it was, hoping it wasn’t some deadly Isle of Sages beast.

Suddenly it was back, flying by like a flash. All Mirai could see was the ugliest orange, black and brown blurb, and its voice was horrendous. Mirai gasped, his hand blindly searching for the knob of the door. Maybe he’d just go to Heartslabyul himself and have Cater walk him home, or better, just sleep over.

“Aw. What’s got you shaking in your boots, Boo?”

Mirai yelped, head whipping around, looking for Cater, but he didn’t see him.

“Cut it out, Cater,” Mirai huffed, “This isn’t funny.”

There was silence, and Mirai still didn’t see Cater or the thing. He just wanted to go home. Suddenly Mirai was face to face with Cater. Mirai yelped, eyes going wide. Cater was hanging upside down on his broom, his strawberry blonde waves hanging down in Mirai’s face.

“C-Cater?!” Mirai gasped.

Cater didn’t say anything as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Mirai’s trembling lips. It was short and sweet, and it definitely calmed Mirai down a bit. “Better?” Cater cooed.

Mirai was momentarily dazed from the kiss before his face morphed into anger.

“You bastard,” Mirai shouted. “You frickin’ scared me! I thought, I thought…”

Mirai’s argument died on his lips, frustration and the lack of adrenaline washing over him, and now that he knew he was safe, and there was no monster, he felt stupid.

Cater lowered himself to the ground, sitting up to slide off the broom to hold Mirai. “You mad at me?” Cater asked, lips pouty, making his words sound childish.

“No,” Mirai gruffed.

“Yes you are.”

Mirai shook his head.

“Sorry for scaring you,” Cater muttered, holding Mirai tighter.

“It’s fine, doesn't matter anymore. Just, just, let’s just go. It’s cold.”

Cater chuckled, kissing Mirai on the forehead.

Mirai turned to go back to the Hall of Mirrors when Cater caught his shoulder.

“Where you going?” Cater laughed, “Get on.”

“Hu-Huh?” Mirai stuttered, whipping his head around to meet Cater’s eye.

“Get on,” Cater repeated, patting the space behind him.

“But, but, I thought, I thought we were going to study?”

“We are, but just not at the dorm.”

Mirai inched his way to the broom, not sure about the idea. Was this against the rules? Was this allowed? In the grand scheme of things, Mirai didn’t care for rules, he just didn't want Cater to get in trouble.

“C’mon. You’ll be fine. Promise,” Cater reassured.

Mirai tentatively swung his leg over the broom, making sure he was seated as he ever would be on a broom, and held onto Cater tightly.

“You ready, Sugarplum?” Cater asked, running a thumb along the back of Mirai’s hand.

Mirai nodded against Cater’s back.

“And we’re off!”

Mirai kept his eyes shut tightly, and as he felt his toes lift off the ground, he clutched Cater even tighter.

“You’re okay, Baby,” Cater cooed, “I gotcha.”

Mirai could feel the atmosphere change, the wind picking up a bit, the force pushing against his legs. Mirai could tell they weren’t going too fast, but he was afraid to look. Just the sheer fact that one wrong move could send them hurtling towards the ground had Mirai stomach in knots.

“Babe, look,” Cater whispered.

Mirai shook his head, much preferring to stay where he was, trapped in Cater’s soft shirt and his scent.

“C’mon, Baby. We’re not even moving.”

They weren’t moving were they? Mirai slowly moved his face from Cater’s back, and slowly peeked an eye open. Mirai was taken aback, glad he opened his eyes, or he would’ve missed the mesmerizing sight in front of him. The campus looked as if it was from a storybook. It was lit up, the magestone lights casting everything in a warm golden glow. Fireflies danced in the night, flickering as they bounced to and fro. To put it in simpler terms, it was magical, although, this world actually was.

Cater looked at Mirai’s awed expression fondly, the lights reflecting off his features. Cater, as quickly and effectively, took his phone out of his packet and snapped a pic.

“Wanna try moving a bit?” Cater asked, pocketing his phone.

Mirai nodded his head determinedly, “Mn.”

“Alright, let's start slow.”

Cater continued on, their pace slow. It kinda reminded Mirai of the pace of an escalator, slow and steady. It was nice, Mirai got to see the campus from a totally different point of view, but it was getting boring fast.

“You can go faster,” Mirai muttered, scooting closer to Cater to hold him tight.

“Okie dokie,” Cater winked, and not a second later, they picked up speed.

They were going fast, like really fast. Mirai yelped, shoving his face into Cater’s blazer once more, and Cater laughed. They sped through campus, going around lamp posts, in between trees, and over buildings. It remained Mirai driving a motorbike, but instead, it was much faster and instead of being safely on the ground, they were suspended many feet in the air. It was like Cater said, it was freeing, it made Mirai feel like he could do anything. After they flew around a bit more, they soon came to a stop, the broom settling down to land. Mirai opened his eyes and they were on one of the exterior hallways on the second floor.

“Where are we going?” Mirai asked, as he followed.

“You’ll see,” Cater sang.

They continued their walk, it was a short one, and as the hallway opened up, a large dome-like building came into view.

“Is that, is that an observatory?” Mirai asked in awe.

“Bingo,” Cater chirped.

Cater led them to the door. It was rounded at the top, and split two ways down the middle. But what caught Mirai’s eye was on the doors. There were knobs, dials, and gears of sorts, it all looked too complicated to figure out.

“What’s this? Some kinda advanced lock?” Mirai asked, running his fingers along the ornate designing of the metal doors.

“Kinda,” Cater smiled, “But it’s not that hard to figure out.”

Cater pulled on the knobs, turning, rotating, sliding, and pushing, and as he did, the gears moved and clicked. Mirai watched with rapt attention as Cater fiddled with the door, it seemed it only worked in a certain order. Soon there was a click, a click that sounded much different from the others, and then the metal doors were sliding open.

“That was so cool,” Mira gushed. “How’d you do it?! What are you?! Some kind of wizard or something?!”

Cater cackled, “I mean, Cay-Cay kinda already is. But it’s all memorization at this point.”

Mirai followed Cater inside, and the doors slowly slid closed behind them. Cater placed the broom against the wall, and took out his magic pen, waving it and suddenly, the room came to life.

“Welcome to the Observatory,” Cater chirped.

Mirai was utterly speechless. He didn’t know what to do, to say, all he could do was sit there and stare at the jaw dropping sights in front of him. It was mesmerizing. The room was covered in a warm gold glow, charts and diagrams were etched into the stone walls. The ceiling was gorgeous, it was dark blue and covered in stars and constellations that seemed to twinkle and move like they were the real things. But what Mirai was most intrigued about was the huge astrolabe-like object in the center of the room.

“What’s that?” Mirai asked Cater, cocking a thumb at the object.

“That’s an Orrery,” Cater supplied. “It’s a model of the solar system.”

“So not an Astrolabe. Got it.”

“Not quite,” Cater chuckled.

“And what do those mean?” Mirai pointed to the walls.

“Celestial navigation charts. They help with that star chart on the ceiling.”

“So cool.”

Mirai was in awe, he felt as if he was in a video game. I mean, at this point, Mirai wasn’t sure if he would ever get used to the amazing places and things people would dream to actually experience back at home, but sometimes, Mirai forgot actually how magical this world was.

“So,” Cater said, and suddenly a large spell circle lit up underneath him, “what can Cay-Cay help his amazing boyfriend with?”

Mirai lost track of how much they spent in the Observatory, but how couldn’t he? This was the first time Mirai had seen this side of Cater. He was just so animated, something he never saw in Cater unless he was talking about music or Magicam. And his knowledge on the subject, it was better than any teacher Mirai ever had. Cater not only helped Mirai with his assignment, but he also gave him a history lesson as well. And the way Cater knew all the machinery like the back of his hand, Mirai could tell that Cater spent a lot of time in the room.

After they had finished, Cater led the two of them out the Observatory and back into the cool night. The ride back to Ramshackle was short and to be frank, Mirai was kinda sad about it, he likes spending time with Cater.

“Now arriving at Ramshackle Dorm,” Cater said, pretending to speak through an intercom, “Please stay seated until the broom comes to a complete stop.”

“You’re silly,” Mirai chuckled.

“Thank you for flying with Diamond Airlines. Please fly with us again,” Cater laughed, helping Mirai off the broom.

“And what do I owe you, Mr. Pilot,” Mirai asked teasingly.

“Hmm,” Cater hummed in mock thought, tapping a finger to his chin. “I think a kiss would suffice.”

Cater met Mirai halfway, pulling the Ramshackle Prefect into his arms as he placed a soft kiss to his lips.

“There we go,” Cater chuckled, pulling back. “Now go get some sleep, it’s late.”

Mirai pouted but let Cater go.

“Night, Baby,” Cater cooed, waving.

“Night, Cater,” Mirai waved, going inside.

A couple of days passed and Mirai and Grim were hanging out at the Heartslabyul Dorm. Trey needed a couple of taste testers for a new Macaroon flavor he was trying, and Grim was more than happy to eat something. Mirai on the other hand aced his assignment, and wanted to show Cater. Mirai didn’t think he’d ever complete that assignment without his help, and wanted to thank him for it.

“Where’s Cater?” Mirai asked, helping Trey clean up.

“I don’t know,” Trey said thoughtfully. “But I’d either check our room, or the balcony.”

“The balcony?”

“Yeah. We have two balconies. A big one on the third floor, and a smaller one on the fourth floor. Cater likes to sit on the smaller one from time to time.”

“Alright, I’ll check there then,” Mirai said. “Grim, you coming?”

Mirai looked over to the cat to find him stuffing his furry face with all the leftover Macaroons.

“I guess not,” Mirai laughed. “Stay out of trouble, yeah?”

Grim nodded frantically, taking a sip of his glass of milk.

“Bye Trey, see you later,” Mirai waved. “And thank you.”

“Have fun, and thank you,” Trey chuckled.

Mirai went to the upperclassmen hallways and checked Cater’s room. After Mirai knocked a couple of times, without an answer, Mirai went to find the balcony. After asking a couple of Heartslabyul students for the right way to go, the stairs to the balcony weren’t hard to find. Mirai climbed the stairs and opened the door slightly, peeking his head around the corner. Leaning against the railing was Cater, and surprisingly, his phone was off in his hand. He looked so peaceful standing there, and Mirai was second guessing going up there. He didn’t want to disturb Cater’s time by himself.

“You spying on me?”

Mirai jumped with a shout and turned around to see Cater standing behind him.

“H-Huh, w-wha, ho-how did, weren't you-”

Cater chuckled at Mirai’s confusion.

Mirai pouted, “I-I wasn’t spying. I just didn’t want to bother you.”

“Aw, Hon, you could never bother me,” Cater cooed.

Suddenly the door opened and the Cater Mirai had been talking to had dissipated into fluttering playing cards. Cater took Mirai by the hand and led him outside. It wasn’t too cold, or too hot, the night air was warm and pleasant. It reminded Mirai of a nice summer’s night.

“What’s up, Buttercup?” Cater asked. “Did you miss little ol’ me?”

“Well, not that I’d say no, but I wanted to show you my grade,” Mirai said, pulling out his phone. “Look! I passed!”

“What kinda junior would I be if I couldn’t help one of my adorable freshies out?”

“You’d still be my favorite,” Mirai smiled.

“Aw, it was nothing,” Cater said, fiddling with his bangs.

Mirai giggled, reaching up to kiss Cater on the cheek, “And thank you.”

“Now aren’t you sweet,” Cater gushed dramatically, pulling Mirai into his arms. “You’re making Cay-Cay’s poor little heart go swoon!”

“And you act like that’s a bad thing.”

“Never said it was,” Cater smirked.

Mirai laughed.

“Oh,” Cater said, suddenly perking up, “So, like, after that day I helped you, I looked into your Astrology sign, and it turns out Geminis and Aquarius' are totes compatible.”

“Are we now?”

“Like, it’s so close to one hundred percent! It says our relationships are strong, and lasting, we always have interesting things to do, and we complement each other perfectly. Like talk about #Soulmates!”

Mirai loved how animated and happy Cater got when talking about the things he liked, but honestly, Astrology? Mirai and Astrology didn’t mix. He’d seen it all back home. In America it was all the craze for the majority of the girls in his class. Crystals this, Astrology signs that, and don’t let one of them find out you and her weren’t compatible, they’d make it their mission to never get along with you at all. It was ridiculous! How could one truly believe they were controlled by random balls of gas in space? Then they’d use their sign to defend their toxic behavior. But I guess that worked out for Mirai in the end, then he’d know which girls to avoid himself.

“Would you, would you still like me even if we weren’t?” Mirai asked quietly.

Cater looked surprised, “Still like you? Why wouldn’t I like you?”

“Would you still go out with me even if we weren’t compatible, that is?”

“That’s like asking if I’d still love you if your hair was neon green?”

Mirai still didn’t look convinced, and Cater sighed, running his hand up and behind Mirai’s ear, his long finger threading between long blonde strands, “Baby, we could have the worst compatibility ever, and I’d still choose you. We could be destined to never work out, and I’d still find a way. The compatibility thing is just like a bonus, ya’know?”

“Ok,” Mirai muttered.

“Kinda like finding out we have the same movie interests, or similar hobbies. In the grand scheme of things, it kinda means nothing, people are bound to have different interests, but it still doesn’t mean that it doesn’t feel good when you find out.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Still upset?”

“No,” Mirai pouted.

“I don’t know,” Cater teased, “Still looks pretty pouty to me.”

“I am not.”

“C’mon, give me a smile. Smile for little ol’ me.”

Cater leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to Mirai’s lips and he instantly smiled.

“There we go. The prettiest smile in the world,” Cater gushed affectionately.

Mirai snickered, “You always taste like cherry chapstick.”

Cater went a little pink at that, “Do you not like it?”

“No, I do,” Mirai whispered, standing on his toes to kiss Cater again. “I don’t think I can ever taste cherry chapstick without ever thinking of you again.”

“Good,” Cater muttered against Mirai’s lips, “I want you to think of me even when we’re apart.”

“You’re always on my mind.”

Cater flushed a pretty pink, whining as he shoved his face into Mirai’s neck, and Mirai chuckled quietly.

“Why are you so cute?” Cater whined. “This is so not good for my poor old heart.”

“Um, hello? Have you seen yourself in the mirror? You’re the cute one,” Mirai laughed.

“No, no, it’s totally you, baby.”

Mirai pouted, but didn’t say anything else.

There was a comfortable silence between the two of them, the two of them just enjoying each other’s company. Mirai liked moment’s like this, just being with Cater was enough. He liked the scent of Cater’s cologne, he liked being in Cater’s arms, he liked the feeling Cater gave him. It made him feel wanted.

“Hey, Cater?” Mirai called.

“What’s up, Sugarplum?” Cater asked, looking down at Mirai.

“Will you tell me about the stars again?”

“Of course.”

Cater told him about the stars, stars Mirai knew, stars he didn’t know, even the stars that were exclusive to Twisted Wonderland. He told him their stories, their meanings, and little facts that weren’t known to the common person. Cater told Mirai of their histories, what they were named, why they were named, who named them, when they were discovered, everything. And Mirai listened, and listened, and listened. He listened because it was interesting, he listened because it was Cater, he listened because he cared. And he did care, so much, so much that it hurt.

So they sat, side by side, legs swinging off the balcony through the ornate metal bars. Every so often, their shoulders would bump, and fingers would brush against each other, and sometime during the moment, their hands ended up laced together with Mirai's body relaxed into Cater’s form. And the whole time, the bright stars continued to shine in the clear night sky above.

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