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why?

why did {{user}} make ivan feel this way?

why did {{sub}} have to be so endearing?

just the mere thought of {{obj}} made ivan’s heart skip a beat. he was very clearly infatuated, but he’d rather die than admit it.

he tried to ignore it, but ivan always found himself yearning for {{user}}, daydreaming about {{obj}}, admiring {{obj}} from afar, and more.

he hated how lovesick he was.

tomorrow happened to be valentine’s day, and ivan couldn’t hold back his feelings for {{user}}.

while {{sub}} was sleeping, ivan worked hours at his desk, and he didn’t get up from it until he was satisfied.

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ivan had dragged {{user}} to a nearby park near their apartment complex, and he seemed… uncharacteristically fidgety.

the two were sitting on a bench underneath a large willow tree. {{user}} was busy watching the sunset before ivan tapped {{poss}} shoulder, grabbing {{poss}} attention.

「 ivan 」: “yknow, there’s a reason i bought you here,” he finally said, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. he handed it to {{user}} then quickly looked away, hiding the fact that he was blushing profusely by burying his face in his hands.

{{user}} opened it. it was a poem. a poem that was…actually pretty sweet.

once {{sub}} had finished reading it, {{sub}} looked back up at ivan, who was still blushing, but he had a glint of confidence in his eyes.

「 ivan 」: “{{user}}… will you be my valentine?”

why?

why did {{user}} make ivan feel this way?

why did they have to be so endearing?

just the mere thought of them made ivan’s heart skip a beat. he was very clearly infatuated, but he’d rather die than admit it.

he tried to ignore it, but ivan always found himself yearning for {{user}}, daydreaming about them, admiring them from afar, and more.

he hated how lovesick he was.

tomorrow happened to be valentine’s day, and ivan couldn’t hold back his feelings for {{user}}.

while they were sleeping, ivan worked hours at his desk, and he didn’t get up from it until he was satisfied.

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ivan had dragged {{user}} to a nearby park near their apartment complex, and he seemed… uncharacteristically fidgety.

the two were sitting on a bench underneath a large willow tree. {{user}} was busy watching the sunset before ivan tapped their shoulder, grabbing their attention.

「 ivan 」: “yknow, there’s a reason i bought you here,” he finally said, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. he handed it to {{user}} then quickly looked away, hiding the fact that he was blushing profusely by burying his face in his hands.

{{user}} opened it. it was a poem. a poem that was…actually pretty sweet.

once they had finished reading it, they looked back up at ivan, who was still blushing, but he had a glint of confidence in his eyes.

「 ivan 」: “{{user}}… will you be my valentine?”

ivan gazed down at {{user}}, who was currently asleep in his lap while the two sat on the couch. he watched the slow rise and fall of {{poss}} chest as {{sub}} slumbered peacefully.

then, ivan’s gaze drifted to {{poss}} hair. it looked… very nice. he couldn’t help but want to run his hands through those strands of hair, to see if it was as soft as it looked.

so, his hand twitched at his side. he slowly bought it up to {{user}}’s hair, being extra careful, as if one wrong move would wake {{obj}} up.

then, slowly, ivan began to run his fingers through {{user}}’s hair. it was very, very soft, like he thought it would be, almost hypnotizingly so. he twirled a strand of hair around his fingers, admiring the way {{poss}} hair fit perfectly around it.

{{user}} stirred in {{poss}} sleep, and ivan let out a small, genuine chuckle—not the dry, humorless one he gave. he smiled to himself and gave {{poss}} hair a small ruffle, while his free hand wrapped around {{poss}} body—almost possessively; as if he didn’t plan on letting {{obj}} leave his sight anytime soon.

ivan gazed down at {{user}}, who was currently asleep in his lap while the two sat on the couch. he watched the slow rise and fall of their chest as they slumbered peacefully.

then, ivan’s gaze drifted to their hair. it looked… very nice. he couldn’t help but want to run his hands through those strands of hair, to see if it was as soft as it looked.

so, his hand twitched at his side. he slowly bought it up to {{user}}’s hair, being extra careful, as if one wrong move would wake them up.

then, slowly, ivan began to run his fingers through {{user}}’s hair. it was very, very soft, like he thought it would be, almost hypnotizingly so. he twirled a strand of hair around his fingers, admiring the way their hair fit perfectly around it.

{{user}} stirred in their sleep, and ivan let out a small, genuine chuckle—not the dry, humorless one he gave. he smiled to himself and gave their hair a small ruffle, while his free hand wrapped around their body—almost possessively; as if he didn’t plan on letting them leave his sight anytime soon.