[ It's not simple to him. He still thinks about the day they faced that soulless beast in the snow. Tiny shoes splattered with blood haunted his nightmares for months. Every time he saw red in the snow, his throat tightened, recalling that day. The feeling subsided over time, entirely supplanted when he first came across a tree covered in snow with flowers emerging from red buttons. The yellow dots of pollen reminded him of Tim. The white petals of Allen's cloak, and red not of blood but his arm, strong and supportive. Maybe he does think about Allen a lot more these days, but it's never simple, not to him.
(He's pretty sure, you can beat him in a fight. Isn't that manly? As for the flowers, his mother likes them, which means, so does he. It says more about him than Allen. If his mother liked knives instead, then you can be sure Shouto would compare Allens to knives. Would you like that?)
He meets the kiss with peaceful temperance. The urge to kiss him until they were both breathless subsided for a less frenzied desire. His eyes brighten with amusement at that answer. ]
If you wear them all, you won't have any fruit.
[ Where do you think the fruit comes from? He kisses him soundly on the lips, unhurried, as he steps onto the engawa, walking past Kizu and Tim. The feeling of merriment paramount in those mismatched eyes, as they stay on Allen, amused. ]
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(He's pretty sure, you can beat him in a fight. Isn't that manly? As for the flowers, his mother likes them, which means, so does he. It says more about him than Allen. If his mother liked knives instead, then you can be sure Shouto would compare Allens to knives. Would you like that?)
He meets the kiss with peaceful temperance. The urge to kiss him until they were both breathless subsided for a less frenzied desire. His eyes brighten with amusement at that answer. ]
If you wear them all, you won't have any fruit.
[ Where do you think the fruit comes from? He kisses him soundly on the lips, unhurried, as he steps onto the engawa, walking past Kizu and Tim. The feeling of merriment paramount in those mismatched eyes, as they stay on Allen, amused. ]