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[Chuuya has spent the past month not letting Atsushi read any of his poetry.
This isn't typical for him. He often reads his poetry to Atsushi, asks if it flows well or if the images come across clearly. Even when he doesn't, he doesn't usually shoo Atsushi away if he stumbles upon him writing.
But for the past month, Chuuya hasn't shared any poetry and all, and when Atsushi finds him writing he'll immediately hide his paper before Atsushi can even get a glance and refuses to talk about what it is he's working on.
Tonight, Chuuya seems even more nervous.]
...Hey, Atsushi. Are you busy tonight?
This isn't typical for him. He often reads his poetry to Atsushi, asks if it flows well or if the images come across clearly. Even when he doesn't, he doesn't usually shoo Atsushi away if he stumbles upon him writing.
But for the past month, Chuuya hasn't shared any poetry and all, and when Atsushi finds him writing he'll immediately hide his paper before Atsushi can even get a glance and refuses to talk about what it is he's working on.
Tonight, Chuuya seems even more nervous.]
...Hey, Atsushi. Are you busy tonight?

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Thank you, thank you for everything Chuuya. I'm so happy it almost feels like a dream. I never thought I could be this happy.
[He lets go of Chuuya's hand to wrap his arms around his waist and hug him.]
I'm happy that we can have more great times together.
[Still, he can't believe that he's getting married to such a great guy. Him! Take that headmaster! He did find someone to love him that wants to marry him too. Even if it makes his heart race from the thought of it.]
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[Chuuya kisses Atsushi's cheek, and then his lips, both soft and sweet.]
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I love you, Atsushi.