The assassin tensed when the younger freely leant back against him, a hurt expression still on his face until he felt his hand being gripped; The intertwining of their fingers caused him to grin, hiding his face in the teal locks out of embarassment.
‘I love you, Belphegor.’
The phrase caused him to tense once again, free arm slowly, hesitantly, hooking around the other’s waist, making sure to stay wrapped around the middle and not to pull Fran any further backwards.
“I-I love Fran, too.”
“Maybe a bath with senpai wouldn’t be so bad.” He boldly replied, leaning his head to one side. His free hand splashed the water in front of him as the kouhai hummed, relaxing at the warm feeling of water hitting his cold skin.
Bel had been abnormally quiet for some time now, so the illusionist looked over his shoulder in slight concern for him. He had wanted to joke around some more, but perhaps now wasn’t the time to get the prince riled up. Then what was he supposed to say at a time like this?
Conflicted, he splashed some more water onto his neck, lightly scratching at one of the marks the blonde left behind. His illusions had faded away, so every mark on his skin would be visible to anyone in broad daylight. Aaah, what was he supposed to do now…?
(Source: lllussionist)
