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A drabble written for Wen Ban thought he would never admit it - not to him, not to friends, strangers or even himself. It didn't mean that he didn't know it, act it, live it... (and for Ginji that had always been more than enough) That was not the reason. His little not-so-subtle quirks had worked their way into Ban's soul after the initial fire of their meeting, and yet, that was not the reason either. No - if he had to pinpoint one thing that moved him when nothing else could, it was those eyes. Irony, really, seeing as he was the one with the curse - but soul-shaking in its irony. And when those big brown eyes, warm like melted chocolate, a stark contrast to the windy-cool taste of thunderstorm, pleaded for something, he could never say no. "Only girls and thread spools dress like this," he muttered, but as Ginji danced circles around him, a ridiculous hat hanging lopsided on his head, he couldn't help but smile. "Ban-chan, it's a festival day! We can go to the beach anytime and when I saw the streamers in the air from the highway, I knew we had to!" Okay, so maybe it was the smile, too. So rare was it that someone's smile started at their mouth, met their eyes and then reached for the moon. It was no wonder he could yank lightning from the sky itself. "Just had to what? Spend our hard-earned money on weird clothes, sugary cinnamon sticks-" "And this!" Ginji waved the bottle just a little too closely to Ban's face, knocking the bell in his hand loudly. The bottle could have been the excuse for Ginji's exuberance if Ban had not known better, though it certainly did not help matters. This too, he would have found irritating with anyone else... and yet with Ginji, it just seemed natural... almost... charming. "And Ban-chan, the blue matches your pretty eyes so well!" Ban rolled these eyes at Ginji's comment, but before he could reply, a rather drunken woman beside them, clinging to the arm of an equally drunken man, shoved a finger into his face. "Bell rang! You have to kiss! That's the rule!" Eyes widening, Ban turned to Ginji, ready to raise a fist to knock him upside the head. "That's why you wanted me to hold this bell? Baka-" "RULE!" she demanded, looking upset, and at this, several others nearby chimed in. "Kiss kiss kiss!" Ban shot Ginji an expression that spoke of later punishment, but the blonde was too delighted at the attention - and too far from sober - to notice. And indeed, though Ban was no lightweight, he was starting to feel it himself. No one in this town knew them anyway. "Eh, what the hell..." He stepped towards Ginji, wrapping an arm around his neck and dragging him close to kiss him, to the whooping delight of the crowd. As they parted, Ban breathed it into his ear, knowing no one would know - and he would not remember.
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