[Kenma has a perfect smile, Sunny thinks. He looks at him and feels - even through the sadness - just the way people in romance stories feel. They could be a knight and a prince, or a beast and a beauty, or a boy and the boy next door, or the main love interest and the boy who got pulled into the game-- They, really...feel perfect just the way they are.
[Sunny slinks over, silent. He climbs onto his boyfriend's lap, wrapping his arms loosely around Kenma's neck. He presses his cheek against the top of his head, right between those ears.
[What does being in love feel like, really? Sunny doesn't really care anymore. He likes this exactly how it is. Is that all it takes? He wouldn't mind.]
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[Sunny slinks over, silent. He climbs onto his boyfriend's lap, wrapping his arms loosely around Kenma's neck. He presses his cheek against the top of his head, right between those ears.
[What does being in love feel like, really? Sunny doesn't really care anymore. He likes this exactly how it is. Is that all it takes? He wouldn't mind.]