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The snow crunched beneath Yuki’s feet as he made his way down the sidewalk alongside Lando at a leisurely pace. Rather, Lando was walking at a leisurely pace - Yuki felt anything but at ease, but he was trying to match Lando’s step instead of letting his own anxiety-driven power walk take over.
“I still don’t know why you’re so worked up over it, how did you cope with Valentine’s day last year?” Lando asked, casting a skeptical glance at Yuki.
“The difference is that last year, Pierre wasn’t so over the top trying to make plans for some ‘romantic’ date and trying to get my opinions on it,” Yuki huffed, adjusting his hat by pulling it further down on his ears. Whether it was to block out the cold air or Lando, the reason was likely a mixture of both.
“And you’re mad, because…?” Lando trailed off as Yuki sighed, annoyed with him for ignoring the obvious.
“That’s just rubbing it in that I have no chance with him.”
“He hasn’t mentioned asking anyone specifically, you don’t know that,” Lando countered with a nonchalant shrug.
“He doesn’t have to mention specific people for me to know that. He’s not into guys,” Yuki grumbled, not missing the eye roll cast by Lando. Rather uncalled for, if he was being honest.
It wasn’t Yuki’s fault that he ended up falling for the token straight friend of the group. Pierre had his own unique charm that was almost sickening; with those pretty blue eyes, flashy smile and confident disposition, he had a presence that was difficult to ignore - and unfortunately, frustratingly, he was also very hot. To make matters worse, Pierre was somehow ridiculously clingy with Yuki in particular. He found almost every chance to hang onto Yuki that he could - whether it was throwing an arm around his shoulder, or even going as far as to grab his hand, there was scarcely a moment where Pierre wasn’t close to Yuki. Pierre’s flirtatious and rather cocky attitude was just the perfect cherry on top to fluster Yuki - most of which had outwardly manifested as irritation instead.
Well, all of that wasn’t a terrible thing in itself. On the contrary, those particular instances made Yuki’s heart do somersaults in his chest and he craved every bit of it, even if he often pretended to be annoyed. It was just becoming increasingly difficult to hide and deal with his feelings that had no chance of being reciprocated.
“Look on the bright side, Yuki. If he’s as straight as you say, at least he wouldn’t be uninterested because he thinks you’re ugly or annoying - it’s just impossible to begin with!” Lando clapped Yuki on the shoulder, nearly sending him stumbling forwards.
“Thanks for that, Lando.” Yuki gritted out, scowling at the other man and contemplating sending him careening into the nearest snowbank. Ultimately deciding against it, he adjusted his backpack and turned towards the library building; throwing himself into endless studies seemed like a good plan to get work done while ignoring Pierre-related thoughts. “I’ll see you later.”
“Anytime!” Lando called after him, unfazed.
~~~
Pierre had been searching for Yuki all afternoon. By this point in the day, he would have usually found him somewhere on campus; but today, he wasn’t even answering his phone. Pierre visited all his regular places already, now milling worriedly around the cafeteria by a science building. It had been very unlike Yuki to stay hidden, he always seemed to cross paths with Pierre for one reason or another.
At last, he spotted a familiar figure a few tables ahead, a small relief even if it wasn’t the person he was looking for.
"Oh! Alex!" Pierre called over as he quickly made his way to the man sitting at the small round table table with his laptop open, a lunch half abandoned on the side.
“Yeah?” Alex responded half-heartedly, without taking his eyes off the screen as Pierre approached to hover beside him.
"What are you reading?" Pierre pointed to the screen, squinting over Alex’s shoulder at a strange-looking webpage.
"An Onion article," Alex took a bite from his lunch, casting him a suspicious glance.
"An article about onions?"
"No, the satire news website, you old man," Alex sighed and switched tabs to an empty Google doc with just the word 'the' written on the page.
"Anyways," Pierre continued, ignoring the insult in favour of maintaining good relations with Yuki’s roommate, "do you know where Yuki might be? I haven't seen him all day."
Alex’s expression softened in understanding for a moment, before scrunching back up with an inexplicable sort of judgement aimed at Pierre.
“Well if you must know, he’s holed up in one of the study rooms at the north library,” he waved a hand in the direction of approximately southwest, “but he gets too easily startled by knocking, so just go in and ignore whatever cranky stuff he will throw your way - it’s been too long since he’s touched grass.”
Pierre nodded, taking mental note of the information as seriously as he could manage.
“Thank you, Alex.”
“Good luck, mate,” he took another bite out of his lunch, typing a sentence into his laptop before pausing and erasing it.
Armed with new hope, Pierre spends a good few minutes circling the library and trying to inconspicuously cast glances into the individual study rooms in search of Yuki. He’s not quite sure what he plans to say after finding him - Pierre didn’t quite have a solid reason for seeking him out, other than the fact that it was highly unusual to go a day without seeing his favourite friend. Perhaps if Yuki was feeling stressed about schoolwork then Pierre’s presence could cheer him up.
At last, he spotted the familiar shape though the window of one of the doors - Yuki sat facing the opposite wall, papers strewn all over as he gestured animatedly to the phone on the desk. Following Alex’s advice, Pierre turned the handle without knocking and the door opened with a creak.
“For the last time Alex,” Yuki groaned without turning around from his pile of books, running a hand through his hair in frustration, “I am not sending Pierre a bouquet of roses with a note confessing my feelings for him!”
Pierre stopped in his tracks.
This was not a conversation he was meant to overhear, much less barge in on. His heart jumped as Yuki swirled around in horror.
“Your- your what?!” Pierre stammered out, staring back at Yuki.
“That was- I mean-”
"You have feelings - towards me?" Pierre interrupted, taking a step forwards into the room.
Of all things - Pierre could never have guessed Yuki felt that way towards him, and yet the accidental reveal left Yuki looking like his soul had left his body.
The smaller man’s lips moved but no words were coming out, expression moving through an array of emotions in the blink of an eye; fear, disappointment, anger - Pierre had no idea what to say, how to calm his friend and assure Yuki that it was alright, he wasn’t here to make fun-
“I’m sorry,” Yuki finally blurted out, shoulders slumping as he curled in around himself, “this is awful, I’m so sorry-”
“What…for?” Pierre stood puzzled, growing increasingly concerned and uncomfortably aware of the stuffy air in the tiny study room.
“For taking advantage of our friendship like that,” Yuki exclaimed, hands beginning to tremble. He grabbed his backpack roughly, and started shoving everything inside without caring to properly place it. It was almost painful to watch the way the papers crumpled.
"Yuki, I have no idea what you're talking about," Pierre admitted, tone rising in desperation as he wracked his brain for any instance in his memory that could have upset the other man to this degree. Did Yuki not feel safe as his friend?
"I've been hiding this stupid crush from you, taking advantage of your affection even though it's not possible for you to feel the same way about me," Yuki winced at the way his voice cracked, sending Pierre’s heart falling all the way down to shatter on the floor.
"What? How is that taking advantage-"
"I'm sorry for making things weird,” he continued without pausing for air, panic rising in the uncoordinated way he slung his backpack over his shoulder, “I think it's best if we see each other less often, at least until I get rid of these feelings,” he wheezed out, avoiding Pierre’s eyes while darting his gaze around the doorframe.
"Weird?" Pierre repeated in disbelief at Yuki’s reaction, and completely dumbfounded that he couldn’t even get a single word in to defend himself. “Please, Yuki, don’t talk like that, it is completely fine if you-”
"Bye, Pierre," Yuki snapped with obvious hurt in his voice, picking a moment to dart past before Pierre could grab hold of him.
Pierre whirled around to follow, but within seconds his friend had disappeared into the crowds of the hallway. He stood rooted in place for another minute, processing everything that had happened. How long had Yuki had a crush on him? And why was he so convinced Pierre would hate him for it? Surely he’s always been supportive of Yuki’s emotions. Just because Pierre was straight, didn't mean he would hate Yuki for seeing him romantically; it was a compliment, rather, since Pierre knew he was charming - many people found it hard not to fall for him.
Actually, Yuki was quite charming and handsome too; Pierre was always surprised whenever Yuki returned from a date he had helped set up just to say they ‘didn’t click’. Who in the world wouldn't get along with someone as likeable as Yuki? In fact, framing it this way, having the Yuki Tsunoda admit to liking him was a monumental honour. From anyone else he could have chosen, Yuki was interested in him - and as far as Pierre could tell, nobody else could say the same. That thought made his chest feel very warm and a little jittery.
Unfortunately, that revelation was immediately overshadowed with the devastation from the way Yuki so abruptly decided to cut himself off, for reasons Pierre could not begin to wrap his head around. He managed to drag himself to his next class, but sat through the entire lecture unable to absorb a single word the professor spoke. What was Pierre supposed to do without his best friend? His legs felt weak as he walked home, skipping his favourite bakery with a mood more sour than the dough. If Yuki just needed some space for now, Pierre would oblige. Heavy as his heart may be, he would respect those wishes and the boundaries his friend set; but if it dragged on for too long… Pierre wasn’t quite sure what he’d do with himself.
The next few days were, predictably, awful for Pierre. Yuki hadn’t called or messaged even once, and seemed to have changed his patterns such that Pierre couldn’t run into him at the usual places they would hang out on campus. The few times that he spotted Yuki, he could barely finish a greeting before the other man waved meekly and dashed off. Valentine’s day had come and gone, sparking no joy or interest in Pierre as he had foregone all interest in the holiday in favour of pretending it doesn’t exist altogether. The incessantly romantic marketing towards happy couples made Pierre’s stomach churn.
Everywhere he went reminded him of Yuki: All the cafes and they would frequent, where Yuki would happily cling onto him and trick Pierre into buying him various overpriced caffeinated drinks. The study spaces where they got everything done except for studying, receiving stern warnings from the staff over raucous behaviour when they couldn’t hold in their laughter to tease one another. The bus stop where Yuki would spend 5 minutes freezing his fingers off trying to check schedules and arrival times. (Pierre didn’t mind that he could have walked back to his apartment instead, it was cute the way Yuki would later shove his hands into Pierre’s own to warm them up - they were much smaller, he could cover them easily.)
More than anything, Pierre missed his presence. His smiles, the way his face scrunched up as laughter rang in Pierre’s ears. There was a big (or technically, small) Yuki-shaped hole in his life. It took less than a week until Pierre found himself digging up old emo playlists from high school and locking himself in his room out of angst.
“Pierre, you know you have to come out of your room at some point, right?” Charles called from the couch of their shared apartment, still engrossed in a game of Animal Crossing even after the rest of the squad had hung up to study. He tilted his switch controller forwards, as if that would help his character run faster along the beach. (It didn’t).
With the absence of classes over the weekend, Pierre hid away in his room, only exiting for the occasional snack trip to the fridge or bathroom break. His excuse was studying, but Charles did not buy it after the tenth time of trying to lure his roommate out to do literally anything but mope.
“If you’ll leave me alone after I do, fine,” Pierre’s muffled voice sounded seconds before the door burst open, spooking Charles into hitting the button too early and missing the fish.
Pierre looked like a whole mess, and bluntly put, kind of repellent. Replacing his usual neat outfits was a hoodie with a stain on it that didn’t quite wash out. His hood, which had cat ears sewn on (that were now drooping forwards), was pulled over his head with a few loose locks of hair poking out from underneath. To complete the disheveled look, he was sporting the chaotic gift from a secret santa event a few years back; the pair of hot pink sweats with “juicy” written across the butt.
“I just don’t understand!” He exclaimed dramatically, not looking anywhere in particular but projecting his voice across the room. “One second everything is fine. The next, I know about his crush on me, and suddenly he acts as guilty as if he set my house on fire!” He began pacing behind the couch, further breaking Charles’s concentration on the fishing task. Maybe that was his revenge for Charles dragging him out.
“I think you two seriously need to have a talk,” Charles supplied, rather unhelpfully.
“You think I haven’t tried that? He’s been avoiding me for three weeks,” Pierre groaned, bending forwards and resting his forehead on the couch’s back.
“One week,” Charles corrected.
“Oh. My point is, I don’t even know what to say to convince him that I’m genuinely okay with how he feels,” Pierre sighed and went back to pacing, this time in a circle around the whole couch.
“Did he say what was bothering him specifically?” Charles raised an eyebrow, shifting every time Pierre passed in front of the screen, blocking the view.
“He said it would be weird for me if we continued being affectionate, because I’m straight or whatever?” Pierre frowned at Charles’s snort, but elected not to comment. “It makes no sense - of course I’m okay with it, but how do I get it through to him?”
The question was mostly rhetorical, but Pierre was nonetheless slightly disappointed at the lack of response from his roommate, who has since moved on from fishing to catching bugs in the game. He continued the soliloquy, finding the venting rather cathartic.
“How do I let him know that I’m more than okay with it? I still want to hold his hands, I want to be able to ruffle his hair, put my arms around him as we walk,” he began listing off every instance he’s missed being close with Yuki, quickly realizing the list may be never-ending. “I- I want to surprise him with a hug from behind, let him sit in my lap, rest his head on my shoulder,” he continued as memories suddenly flooded to the front of his mind, making him choked up with how desperately he craved Yuki’s company again. Oh, if only his friend could trust him again, to know that Pierre’s intentions were pure and supportive - “I want to… always be by his side. I don’t want him to cry, but he can always have my shoulder to cry on. I want to share all the happy moments with him, which would be often, because he makes me happy.”
Charles silently reached forwards to grab a tissue, handing it to Pierre as he fought back a sudden sob rising in his throat.
“And- so what if he has a crush on me? Am I supposed to stop showing him my love as a friend? Who cares if he wants to kiss me, maybe he should!”
“Uh,” Charles shifted in his seat, fully putting down his controller as his character happily bobbed along in place beside the town square.
“Maybe I also want to kiss him too, has he thought about that?” Pierre threw his arms up, speeding up his pace walking in circles. “I just want to plant a kiss on his cute little nose - or his cheek - or his forehead.”
“Um.”
“If we lived together, I’d give him a kiss goodnight. Or, one in the morning to wake him up. I- I would even kiss him on the lips, you know he has very nice lips and I’ve always wondered what it would feel like if we-”
“Pierre.”
Charles suddenly spawned into his path with a stern expression, poorly absorbing the momentum of Pierre walking into him. “I’m not going to tell you how to feel,” he crossed his arms, staring Pierre in the eye, “but friends don’t want to kiss friends that badly.”
“What do you mean? I just want to…” Pierre trailed off as Charles raised an eyebrow.
His brain fought hard to catch up; slowly, at first, with great difficulty as a realization began to dawn on the new horizon…
“But… I’m…”
“A gigantic dumbass?” Charles supplied. “Seriously, Pierre, have you never once stopped to think?”
Oh.
Oh fuck.
Oh. Fuck.
“I…” Pierre swallowed, his entire world slightly tilting on its axis. “I need to go and think about things for a bit,” he replied in a small voice, gradually retreating back to his room in a daze. Once the door clicked shut, Charles sat back down and took the controller, selecting a watering can from the tool menu to tend to his flowers.
For a while, it was very quiet - too quiet. Charles briefly worried that Pierre had silently passed away from the sexuality crisis, before he eventually heard some shuffling and the door burst open again. Pierre sprinted around the couch and up to Charles, grabbing his shoulders.
“Charles,” Pierre shouted, much to the dismay of his eardrums, “Charles, I think I’m bisexual. I’m romantically in love with Yuki Tsunoda,” he continued to rattle his roommate as Charles flailed to try and escape.
“Congrats, took you long enough-” Charles wiggled out of the grip, guiding Pierre to sit down beside him instead.
“How the fuck did it take me so long?” The newest graduate from the closet squawked.
“That’s what I’d like to know,” Charles shook his head, checking to make sure his shoulders were still functional. “So, are you going to tell him now?”
“I guess I… should,” Pierre looked down at his feet, a certain vigour coursing through his veins after admitting his feelings out loud.
“Yep,” Charles nodded.
“I’m the biggest fucking idiot alive.”
“Also yep.”
“Oh, what if he hates me for this?” Pierre groaned, burying his face in his hands.
“Come on now, he’s been head over heels for you for ages,” Charles put his arm around Pierre’s shoulders. “Sure, he might not let you live this down, ever, but he’s going to be over the moon once he knows you reciprocate.”
“I suppose you’re right.”
“You know who might actually kick your ass though?” Charles stretches his arms out, placing them behind his head, “George.”
“Huh?” Pierre looked at him with a puzzled expression. What part did George play in all this?
“Ah right, you must have been oblivious then too,” he snorted. “You know, last year when George thought you and him were dating.”
“We what?” Pierre exclaimed, Charles leaning away from the loud noise.
“I have to explain everything to you, huh? He asked you out, you went on a few dates, then he broke it off because you were too obsessed with Yuki. He only found out later you didn’t see it that way, and the poor guy nearly died from embarrassment,” Charles explained with a chuckle, and Pierre didn’t know his eyes could physically go wider from shock.
That odd conversation from a year ago finally made sense.
George had shown up to the apartment looking uncharacteristically glum. Pierre sat him down in the kitchen, ready to listen to whatever was weighing heavy on his friend’s mind.
“Pierre, I just want to preface this by saying you did nothing wrong. This is just about how I feel and my personal emotion,.” he paced around the kitchen, looking inexplicably forlorn. “I loved our time together, don’t get me wrong. But… blimey, the connection just isn’t there. I think there’s someone else you feel it a lot more strongly with,” George sighed, shamefully refusing to look Pierre in the eye. “I think it would be best for us to be just friends. I’m sorry,” the man apologized, but Pierre hadn’t known what for. As far as he was concerned, they were spending more time together than usual.
“George, I cherish our friendship, I really hope we can continue spending time together as friends,” Pierre tilted his head, opening his arms to offer George a hug as the other man shakily accepted.
“Thank you for understanding,” George had smiled in relief, leaning into the hug and patting Pierre’s back.
Oh.
Pierre slapped a hand over his face, producing a loud smack.
“I thought… he was just very enthusiastic,” Pierre mumbled, feeling a headache creeping up on him - possibly from rattling his own brain.
“Uh-huh. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
“Bold of you to assume I’m getting any sleep tonight, Charles. I have an entire life to re-evaluate.”
~~~
Yuki opened the door to see Pierre standing sheepishly in the hallway, meeting him face to face for the first time since that dreadful departure over a week ago. Technically, their first amicable meeting, as he had encountered Pierre earlier that day in an interaction that… didn’t quite go as planned.
“Yuki,” Pierre smiled nervously, “I’ve missed you.”
“I’m sorry I called you a bitchass liar and kicked you in the shins,” Yuki blurted out without returning a greeting, “what you told me earlier sounded like some cruel joke.”
Pierre let out a short laugh and bowed his head.
“To be fair, I probably deserved that,” Pierre recalled the way he had pranced up to Yuki and hugged him, professing his newly found romantic love in the heat of the moment. The bruise on his leg felt a little sore.
Yuki stepped aside to allow him to enter the dorm, closing the door behind as he led them down the short hallway past the tiny kitchenette to the main room. It was a shared room with Alex, two beds and two desks on opposite sides of the room. It was a rather decent room by broke student standards.
Yuki took a deep breath and plopped down on his bed, motioning Pierre to take a seat beside him.
"So, I talked to Charles and he said you really are serious about it," Yuki recounted as Pierre took off his jacket and sat down, leaving a few centimeters of space between them.
"I'm not lying. I really like you, I mean it," he nodded and looked at Yuki with all the sincerity he could muster.
Yuki felt a little bad for finding his round, pleading eyes amusing.
“I really like you too, I have liked you for ages. But I thought it wasn’t possible because… you know..." he laughed nervously while fidgeting with his hands. The past week had been much more of an emotional rollercoaster than Yuki had ever signed up for.
“I didn’t know it was possible, either,” Pierre chuckled lightly. “Allow me to try this again,” he reached out, gently taking Yuki’s hands in his own. Pierre’s hands felt warm, if not a little too sweaty from the walk over. “My dearest Yuki - I like you a lot, and I am honoured that you feel the same. Will you take me as your boyfriend?” His voice wavered sweetly, lips curling into a shy smile as his hair stuck out messily in all directions. It was a direct attack on Yuki’s heart, practically foul play to look this attractive in a pathetic scruffy way.
"So dramatic," Yuki rolled his eyes to hide his own feeling of butterflies in his stomach, the moment he could only have dreamed of playing out right in front of him. Pierre's expression didn't falter, still awaiting the answer. Yuki sighed. "Of course I will, idiot," he barely finished speaking before Pierre pulled him into a tight hug, squeezing him with glee as Yuki gasped for air. His face ended up buried in Pierre’s neck, the contact reminding him how much he had missed him for the past week.
"Thank you for putting up with an idiot like me," Pierre responded, still holding Yuki tightly and rubbing a hand down his back.
"I don't think I have a choice putting up with your dumb ass. Your unfairly hot, dumb ass," Yuki joked and pulled out of the hug, to Pierre's slight dismay. "But, how did you realize? If you were so oblivious before?”
“Ah,” Pierre rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, “Charles knocked some sense into me. I was telling him about how much I wanted to kiss you, and he said friends don’t typically feel that way…”
Yuki groaned in response, silently thanking Charles for the contribution and cursing himself for being so attracted to Pierre he might lose his mind if the clown didn't kiss him this instant.
“Go ahead then,” he pulled Pierre closer, until their faces were centimeters apart and the surprise in Pierre’s eyes filled him with a sense of accomplishment, “show me how much you wanted to kiss me as a friend,” he fought to keep his expression serious until Pierre winced in embarrassment, sending Yuki into a fit of laughter.
“Unbelievable,” Pierre muttered before pulling Yuki into a deep kiss, tangling his hands in Yuki’s hair to a noise of surprise from the smaller man.
Pierre’s lips were soft, his arms encircled Yuki with so much care, Yuki could barely catch his breath from the overwhelming feeling washing over him. He kissed back with vigour, with desperation from being deprived of this bliss for so long, climbing into Pierre’s lap to capture all his space, all his attention.
To his surprise, Pierre’s hands found their way down his back, over his sides, grabbing onto his waist and fingers slipping underneath the fabric of the shirt-
“Mmff” Yuki twitched, trying to hold in a laugh as Pierre’s fingertips tickled his skin.
“Oh,” Pierre broke the kiss, moving his hand away with something devious slipping into his expression. “I didn’t know you were ticklish like that.”
“What? Of course not,” Yuki exclaimed in defence, already blushing from the obvious lie.
Pierre was not fooled, suddenly tackling Yuki to the bed and tickling his sides.
“Ah! Pierre!” Yuki yelped, failing to free himself where Pierre had him pinned down, choking back laughter without hearing the sound of the apartment door opening amid the cheap bed springs squeaking as he squirmed.
“You bastard, you-”
Yuki didn’t finish his sentence before an angry voice resounded from the hallway, temporarily halting Pierre with his hands over his sides.
"If either of you are missing a single item of clothing, I swear I will end you, " the voice shouted amid rapidly approaching footsteps, as Yuki quickly realized the sort of impression his roommate must have gotten upon entry.
"Wait no-" Yuki called out in horror, finally pushing Pierre off him and scrambling to the doorway to defend his decency to a scandalized Alex. "Nothing is happening, see?" Yuki held his hands up defensively, Pierre leisurely strolling over to stand beside him.
Alex crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at their disheveled states. Yuki hastily tried to smooth his hair back down.
"I swear, it was just tickling, we weren't-"
"Look, I don't care what you guys call it," Alex cut him off, ignoring the sound of protest from Yuki, "but if you don't give me a warning and I walk in on you two doing it, I will blast yodeling music to make sure everyone's mood is ruined," he threatened.
"Sorry," Pierre bowed his head, smoothing out the wrinkles on his own shirt.
Alex's look of murder only lasted a few more seconds before he broke into a wide grin.
"So you two finally figured it out? I'm happy for you," he slapped Yuki’s shoulder in congratulations, heading into the room and tossing his coat and backpack on the bed. "Although… how long are you planning on staying here?"
"Well, I was hoping Pierre could stay a bit longer, but we could leave if you need us to," Yuki suggested.
Alex pondered for a moment. "Actually, no need. I'll ask George if I can come over and study." He took out his phone and tapped out a message, the sound of a discord notification ringing out in mere seconds. "Perfect, I can leave now."
"Wait, since when does George answer that quickly?" Pierre questioned, mildly confused. Alex only gave him a smirk in response.
"You guys can have the place to yourselves this evening," Alex spoke decidedly. "No need to rush”
Yuki opened his mouth to question the haste to study with George, with whom Alex shared no classes with, but his roommate had already thrown his coat back on and breezed out of the room. His backpack, with all required study materials, sat on his bed.
"Anyways," Yuki drew out the word and turned to Pierre, "I think the two of us have a lot to catch up on. And I do not mean the tickling," he added, seeing Pierre's mischievous grin.
"Of course, anything for you," Pierre cooed and kissed his boyfriend's forehead, wrapping his arms around him. Yuki's blush betrayed how much that affected him, cursing Pierre for being so affectionate. "I know Valentine’s day has passed but… would you still like to be my date?”
"Yes," Yuki whispered, arms wrapping around Pierre's shoulders. "I'd like that a lot." He stood on his toes and kissed Pierre; with less haste and more enjoyment, because he knew he would get to kiss him again.
And again, and again.