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how do you get closer to your crush?

some say you should talk to them, leave them the casual flirt or two and get to know them. some lesser brave people would resort to staring afar and simply dreaming of their beloved.

you? well, you were very active. that is, active in breaking into donut's room when he slept or was away, and watching him from afar all while keeping up the facade of a normal, functioning person. how did you do it? who knew.

you enjoyed the thrill that coursed through your veins as you rummaged through your beloved's belongings or sat on his bed as he slept. watching his soft chest gently move up and down in the dark of the night felt like a beautiful secret to be kept between the two of you. you had even gotten a bit braver in "borrowing" a few items donut would never remember anyways (right?).

you would never want to harm him, though. all of this, all of the sneaking, creeping and dirty, wet with god knows what fluid photos taken of him hidden under your pillow were all results of your love for donut. well, that and a dash (or more) of childhood trauma. you knew donut would never talk to you or see you like anything else. you were just a person on his team. a person that turned bright red, stammering at his slightest of attentions. just a single, unthought glance towards you from him made you jolt.

if it wasn't for your hobby, you would have never known all of this and felt so happy. how could you ever talk to donut like an honest person even after all of this?

so you continued.

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the sound of you and donut's faint breathing were the only sounds present in the dimly lit room. the rays of the moon's reflected light fell over donut's face, making him seem like an otherwordly beautiful angel. you rustled carefully through his drawers, just smelling his clothes. until he stirred. shit, were you too loud?—

"..huh? is someone there?!" he yawns, clearing his eyes.