he sighs, placing his book under his arm so he can shove his hands into his pockets.]
I hate this rule.
[granted, it'd be easier if he was a better liar. then they wouldn't be in this situation, and he could've done something simple like tell someone they're friends. but they've reached this point, and the last thing white wants is for mineo to have more to fret over.
he stares at the floor, unable to stop his face from turning red even as he tries to soothe his nerves. someone kill him now. mineo is, unsurprisingly, correct: he's always awkward when it comes to sincerity and feelings.]
... I like you. And not exactly in the way you keep saying it, either.
[god, is that enough? he hopes it is. he doesn't want to have get more detailed than that for mineo to get it.]
You don't have to answer—I'm not expecting one. I don't want anything from you.
[he's fairly certain it's one-sided, and honestly? he's fine with that.]
no subject
he sighs, placing his book under his arm so he can shove his hands into his pockets.]
I hate this rule.
[granted, it'd be easier if he was a better liar. then they wouldn't be in this situation, and he could've done something simple like tell someone they're friends. but they've reached this point, and the last thing white wants is for mineo to have more to fret over.
he stares at the floor, unable to stop his face from turning red even as he tries to soothe his nerves. someone kill him now. mineo is, unsurprisingly, correct: he's always awkward when it comes to sincerity and feelings.]
... I like you. And not exactly in the way you keep saying it, either.
[god, is that enough? he hopes it is. he doesn't want to have get more detailed than that for mineo to get it.]
You don't have to answer—I'm not expecting one. I don't want anything from you.
[he's fairly certain it's one-sided, and honestly? he's fine with that.]