Molars ground together as his temper rose.
“The Prince always wears a real crown, not one made of flowers!” Bel’s tone was still snappy, and it was obvious that he was getting angrier as each second ticked by- However, when his real crown was plucked off his head, the blonde froze in place.
The Prince, personally, would have thought Fran was trying to be a Prince himself- But seeing as the illusionist had called it a tiara, coupled with his statement… Slowly, he leant over, pressing his lips against the smaller pair and keeping them there for a few brief moments before moving back.
“… Fran is Bel’s Princess.”
“Hey, I took some effort making that crown. The least you could do is thank m–” Before he could even finish his sentence, a pair of lips met with his own smaller ones as that pink glow on his cheeks suddenly grew hotter.
When Bel moved back, the illusionist almost seemed like he was in a daze. His eyelids lidded slightly and his mouth frozen in the position it was in while they kissed. It took him a couple more seconds to snap out of his trance and process the senior’s words before he finally reacted. “Ah. You used my name there, senpai.”
(Source: lllussionist)
