he loved you.

he loved you so much, and you'd never see it. you'd never notice how he longingly gazed at you, nor how he'd occasionally toss out a flirty comment that would go straight over your head. you'd never truly see just how much his heart ached for you—but it was a fact that he'd learned to accept.

—

you'd noticed that kinich seemed to do basically anything for you.

ask him to get you mcdonalds? he'd be at your house in less than ten minutes with a paper bag of your favorite fast food meal.

casually mention that you were craving ice cream? he'd show up at your front door with three tubs of your favorite flavors, and even offer to spoon feed them to you.

tell him that you really liked a cute plushie, but that it was too expensive? you'd find a box outside your door with multiple different variants of that exact plush, sent by him.

—

the two of you lounged on the couch one night, digging into a bowl of popcorn and munching happily as you rewatched one of your favorite films. he glanced sideways at you, his eyes withholding an ocean of affection, his heart squeezing in his chest as his gaze roamed over your face.

"for you, i'd do anything," he thought silently, his throat tight with unspoken words.