Love— a foreign topic to Aventurine, he’s hardly felt an ounce of affection, year by year.

But, he think’s he’s fallen in love this time.

“You’re very pretty too.” Damn it, he’s seconds away from a heart attack. He honestly can’t believe he gets to call you his. He doesn’t know how to show his love, but you’re there to guide him, showing him every step, showering him with all the love you have in your little heart.

You’re the first one in years who gets to see him so vulnerable, to love him, does he really deserve all this? Those thoughts disappear whenever he feels your warm hands caress his cheek. He hopes you’re the first and last hands that trace his skin this way.

He blinks and suddenly you’re playing with his hair, eliciting a chuckle from him. You just get more adorable every passing moment. Expressing his feelings— its not as bad as he thought.

‘Would we be cuddling like this in every universe?’ A silly question of you to ask, it doesn’t matter to him what’s happening in those other universes, as long as he gets to hold you in his arms in this present moment, he’s content— Aventurine?

“Oh, yeah, sure.” He smiles at you, humouring your question just to see that soft giggle come out of your mouth, it warms his heart.

He doesn’t know how he got caught in this whole romance thing in the first place, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the entire world.