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The day was of a calming sort. The curtains blew gently in the serene springtime breeze, swaying in every direction as the warm air blew in from the windows. The afternoon light shone in from the window and lit up your room, causing there to be a soft glow on every surface. And the noises of the outside world seemed almost drowned out. You laid on your side, wearing nothing but a tank-top and some simple sweatpants, and you admired the way the gentle air hit your arms. Your hair was splayed out in every direction, resembling that of a lions mane, and it too gently swayed in the breeze that blew in every few seconds. You played with the ties that hung from your sweatpants, marveling in the texture of the soft braided fabric that they supplied.
The pillow that supported your head was soft on your cheek, and the scent of detergent and the rather distinctive scent your boyfriend adorned wafted into your nose every so often, filling you with a warm, fuzzy feeling that left you yearning for more. A fan whirred above you quietly, and the cold air that came from it mixed in with the warm air from outside, leaving the room in a perfect temperature. A rather cold breeze suddenly blew in, causing goosebumps to flare up your arms and you shivered slightly.
Warm arms then enveloped around your frame, and you felt soft lips interact with your forehead momentarily before pulling away, almost as if it were a silent plea for attention. Looking up, you looked into the warm, lurid green eyes that belonged to none other than your boyfriend, Lev Haiba. He stared back, eyes filled with pure admiration and you couldn't help but crack a beatific smile.
“Hi there,” You murmured softly before gently burying your face into his chest. He sniggered slightly before pulling you closer to his warm body, and you couldn't suppress your grin as you lay there. His legs were entangled with yours, and your foot gently rubbed against his leg as his fingers gently ran through your unkempt hair. Due to the silence in the room, you could hear his heartbeat despite the fact that your ear wasn't pressed directly to his chest. Without thinking, you placed a kiss where his heart would be located.
“What was that for?” He asked quietly, a rather dramatic contrast to the usual volume he used. You shrugged your arms in a half-assed manner and looked up at him.
“Dunno, just wanted to kiss you.” He grinned at your words and kissed your nose, causing you to beam up at him. You marveled in the calmness that he had when the two of you were alone, and you took note that he wasn't as talkative around you like he was around friends, and it was due to that fact that many times, the two of you didn't need to share words between one another to show what you were thinking or feeling. You closed your eyes and tried to appreciate this moment of tranquility, and you felt Lev's forehead rest against yours.
“Did you know that I love you?” You hummed at his words and rubbed your nose against his while smiling. He rubbed back eagerly and grinned.
“I did,” You answered, “But did you know that I love you more?” He stopped the Eskimo kiss and pulled back slightly. You opened your eyes to see him staring at you with his face scrunched up in thought. Suddenly he looked at you with a serious face.
“Impossible,” He said, before gently releasing you from his arms and instead propping himself up on them to look around the room. You admired his figure, starting from his silver hair that was mussed up on one side due to him resting on it, to his gaze that rested on your desk. He turned back to you and leaned down to give you a soft peck before getting off the bed you were both in. Lev then stood up and stretched his rather large limbs, his hand almost hitting the fan on the ceiling, before he meandered over to the desk on the other side of the room. He took a seat in the chair perched on it and opened up your drawers, digging through them to find something.
“What're you looking for?” You questioned, propping yourself on one elbow as you stared at him in confusion. He choose not to answer you and instead rummaged in the drawers for a while longer before making a small “aha!” and pulling out a single sheet of paper and a pair of scissors.
“And what exactly is that for?” You asked warily, causing him to glance up and him and shoot you a grin. He set the scissors down and folded the paper in half before picking them up once again. With some struggle, all the while poking out a tongue from the corner of his mouth in a concentrated pout, he cut out a rather crooked tear-shape along the seam. When done, he set down the scissors and the scrap piece of paper and held up the tear shape in victory. You quirked a brow at him and he unfolded the tear to show a very sloppy looking heart.
“You see,” He trailed off, standing up from the chair to make his way over to the bed and sat down next to you, "Even though the heart isn't perfect, it still shows my love for you and in a way, it reminds me of you and me. We may be far from perfect, but just like this side of the heart," He paused to fold the heart once again to a tear-shape and pointed to it, "It accentuates the other side perfectly, in love and many other ways. And that's how I feel we are for one another. So, in short, none of us loves the other more than the other, just equally, in very great amounts," He said, unfolding the heart. You looked back and forth between it and him in awe, a blush making its way upon your (s/c) skin, and you sat up.
“How did I manage to get someone as perfect as you?” You murmured to nobody in particular before scooting closer to him. He laughed softly and set down the heart before picking you up and setting you in his lap. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he shot you a lopsided grin before resting his forehead against yours.
“I could say the same to you.” And before he could say anything else, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him.