CAPÍTULO CUATRO: BEAUTIFUL, YUKINE.
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❝ IN WHICH an accidental confession formed
a relationship.❞

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HIS HEART ALWAYS SEEMED TO SKIP A BEAT whenever he laid next to her. His magenta eyes matched the rosy blush that dusted upon his porcelain cheeks, his hand clutching tightly onto the warm duvet, gazing shyly at her sleeping form. From the way her hair was pinned up and securely protected by a silk night cap, he could see her features more clearly.

From her sun kissed complexion, glossy, naturally given lips, and beautiful, curled eyelashes, he couldn't look away. She was simply mesmerizing in his eyes and only wished to tell her, but there was another part of him that was scared she might reject him or didn't return the feelings he shared for her.

❝W-why does she have to be so beautiful when she sleeps?❞ The young blond and magenta eyed boy frowned, his cheeks still rosy as he tried looking away, but couldn't. Scared that he might wake her, he glanced down at her hand and stared at it. The muscle just looks so warm and soft, and he too wanted to feel that same warmth being emitted from not just your hand or body, but blooming from your heart.

Slowly, he inched his fingers close to hers, stopping midway when he felt her move. His eyes widen when her body neared him, her head almost nearing his, causing his body to shudder from the warmth of her body. ❝She's a lot closer to me than from before ! Oh goodness, what do I do - I obviously can't call Yato, he'd laugh for sure and tell me to be bold and make a move. I also can't call Hyori - shed freak out and begin telling everyone she sees. She can't really keep a secret.❞

He was scared, internally having having an inner battle with his debatable subconscious. The movement however didn't stop, not even the beating of his heart. It was then he her warm hand on his chest, followed by her laying her head on him as well. His hand was still frozen in place, fingers twisting as his mind was debating whether or not he should place them over her and hold her or slowly push her away. He didn't want to do the second option, desperately wanting to hold her on his arms and possibly kiss her.

❝Sunny, are you okay ?❞

A soft, tired voice asked. A voice as elegant and graceful, is what made his heart flutter. The rosy hue on his cheeks was in fact noticeable, shyly looking away. Why did she she have to call him that - it always made him feel so vulnerable. He felt his throat becoming dry and body becoming hot. The way she was looking at him made his heart ache. Her beautiful, mesmerizing eyes - filled with life and heavens innocence, was a simplistic contrast to his own demeanour. ❝I, uh, yes !❞ He said.

❝Actually, well-no. I, I mean, um. . .❞ the young blonde babbled, his words getting mixed up as he tried to form a specific sentence to the said question that was asked. An angelic sound soon filled his ears, dancing within the atmosphere and flowing in between his eardrums, making his heart skip a beat. He could hear the pounding of his heart beat against his chest-pumping excess blood, as he tried catching his breath.

❝Oh, Sunny-please tell me what is bothering you. maybe I could help you feel at ease.❞ His cheeks were rosy red-a habit that easily occurred whenever she spoke to him. Opening his mouth to speak, he could only a few small words. He didn't know why he was suddenly so nervous-he couldn't figure the emotion out, but around her-he just felt soft. ❝Well, what if that is exactly what I wanted ? You see, you are truly wonderful. Stunning even. And every time I glance at you, I constantly find myself adoring you. Deeply within my sights, you are like the divinity of glamour, allure and kindness.

I genuinely wish I could hold you in my arms, wake up beside you every morning and overall be there, right by your side.❞ As he finished, he glanced at those beautiful eyes, only to feel a warm hand up his cheek, followed by a pair if soft lips pecking his button nose.

❝You silly little sunshine, have you forgotten that we were dating? ❞