(SD Hanafou Senryu) Lover

Fujima's eyes suddenly became inexplicably sour. Hua Xing's concerned face was right at hand, and his dark eyes were hidden behind the lenses. The tenderness inside made him want to drown in them. Nostalgic music. Ambiguous lighting. Noisy background. The unnoticed silence here. His lips trembled, and the words he had been suppressing almost spilled out uncontrollably. Through. I like you. Like you. Like you. Only like you I like it so much that I can't help myself.