he loves you.

tetsuro has zero doubt about that.

you’re sitting across from him in the library, talking about something important for your project. but he just can’t help but not listen. he’d rather listen to you say his name under your breath when you two kiss. where’d that come from? dude, i really am i down bad! Yaku was right, he thinks to himself.

he’s also across from you (why wouldn’t he be), elbow on the table with his chin in his palm and the other arm folded across the table with his hand on his propped arm’s bicep. he’s staring at you like you just painted the stars into the sky.

you stand up and walk around, sitting next to him. he doesn’t notice until he gets a whiff of what you’re wearing. it smells cheap, but it smelled good.

𝘪’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘱 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦.

tetsuro subconsciously leans in closer to you, settling his chin on your shoulder while you show him something in a book. he’s more focused on your profile than he is the book, though.

𝘰𝘩, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭..

he is so, deeply, utterly in love he’d rather fall to his knees and beg you to [s҉i҉t҉ ҉o҉n҉ ҉h҉i҉s҉ ҉f҉a҉c҉e҉ ] love him back than play a volleyball game or discover a whole new goddamn element. i’m hopeless, he realizes. unless they’re my hope? then i’d be full of it, right? he muses to himself in his head.

when you call his name, he’s not quite sure where he is. tetsuro’s chin lifted from your shoulder in a jolt, eyebrows shooting up. “huh? oh, yeah, uhm - are dogs oppressed?”

..where’d that come from? what are you talking about again?