A noise akin to a purr sounded at the back of his throat, the nuzzling of his own hair well appreciated; The blonde stayed in place, unaware of Fran’s hesitance, or even change in stature, simply happy that Fran was letting him stay there. He had been sure that he would be moved away, or called ‘moron-senpai’ or something like that, but he wasn’t complaining; Being close to Fran made him content.
However…
“Hm?” Moving back, he directed his gaze to the male in front of him; A frown fell onto his face when the illusionist quickly decided against it, although the Prince was persistent.
“Oi, oi- Tell the Prince.”
Ah. He figured the guy wasn’t going to let it go without a fight. Fran mentally sighed. Unbelievable. He couldn’t believe he was going to ask this. It was a stupid question. A stupid, pathetic, moronic question that bothered him for quite some time now, but didn’t have any courage to ask. But now, he kind of had to. It was now or never?
He took a deep breath then stared right at Bel’s face with a serious expression. "Why did you fall for me, senpai?“
…
And then that wave of realization hit him; that was way too sudden. "Aah, I mean–” He flailed his arms defensively, struggling to keep that now slipping emotionless mask on his face. “Wouldn’t you have preferred a girl or… I mean, since you’re royalty and everything–”
(Source: lllussionist)
