Belphegor stayed in place, even when the tealette moved; Upon being questioned, he nuzzled him again, keeping a tight grip on the illusionist’s hand.
“The Prince just wanted to be close to Fran. He’ll move if you want him to.” The blonde let go of Fran’s hand, arms moving to both wrap around the other’s waist.
“The Prince loves Fran.”
“Ah… no, it’s fine…” He shyly mumbled before he carefully leaned his head onto the mess of blonde hair. It was so fluffy… like a pillow or something. He nuzzled back and hummed, appreciating the softness of Bel’s locks.
But then, Fran froze at the prince’s words. This time, it sounded so quiet… so sincere. It was one of those rare moments where Bel would use a gentle tone of voice, and Fran’s heart couldn’t help but do a backflip in his chest. And for the hundredth time today, his face was once again covered in a deep blush that spread across his cheeks. Just a little more and he could swear that all the blushing might make his face permanently red.
“Senpai…” He whispered, a hint of hesitance in his words, “There’s something I–” A pause. Maybe he shouldn’t ask after all.
“…Nevermind.”
(Source: lllussionist)
