Kinich wasn’t the lovey-dovey type.

Sure, he loved you dearly, more than you could imagine. but he had… certain ways of showing it. he certainly didn’t use words, or touches. just simple acts. but you were patient - you understood him like no other. you were fine with it. but sometimes.. you yearned for a bit more from him.

“hold your hand? no way.”

Kinich scoffs. did he have to be so rude about it? why did he have to act so professional and serious all the time? sometimes, you just wanna - Kinich and you walk through the mall, side by side. you two didn’t look like a couple. more like friends, who seemed to just have met.

You hold your hand out, just testing the waters, y’know? who knows? maybe he’ll actually hold your hand as you walk. but those chances are low. you know it. but it doesn’t hurt to try. before you know it, a warmth encases your hand, and a flustered Kinich looks away. cute.

“don’t make a big deal out of it, alright?”

Kinich mumbles, his face tinted slightly pink. “I’m only doing this for.. you.”