Work Text:
MILGRAM’s prison. Its prisoners with various ages and lives. Walls could hear a resonating voice, pronouncing…
Pronouncing….
Love confessions ??
« Hey, Futa, what are you shouting ?? I hear you from the living ro-.....» The 3rd prisoner jumped, hissing. Then, he blurted out:
« – HEY MIKOTO CAN’T YOU SPEAK UP?? We’re not beasts!!
– Ugh..... You’re loud... »
The red-haired took few steps away, remembering that was standing before him someone with much more strength than him. He wouldn’t want to make him angry. Would be the worst thing to turn on this something in him that makes him lose it. To avoid.
So he lowered his voice when he gave his answer.
« Uh, I..... was...... rehearsing.»
The young man raised an eyebrow. He quoted:
« "Rehearsing", huh... Rehearse what exactly? Confessions?? Do you at least have received one before ? » He asked in an obviously-rhetorical way. He did had heard well, actually. The words Futa said.
So, he imitated:
« "To date someone like me..... The one with good taste here is you~"
– Stop !!
– "I wasn’t expecting it, but... Me too, I think you’re someone wonderful. We’d be good together"
– Hey ! I said stop this !
– Ahahaha! » The bicolor man ringed his laugh while the red man frowned like it would hide his embarrassment. Unfortunately for him, his pinky cheeks were still visible.
« – Do you have a problem with it ? I have the rights to express myself...
– Ohh, yes, you have all the rights ! But... Do you think it will be really useful ? » The younger one gritted his teeth and was about to exclaim himself when the older one had decided to catch on his words.
« I don’t want to say you’re not loved or popular. Let’s just say.... That there are better ways to accept someone’s feelings. Trust me ! »
The skeptical look on the other side switched slightly to anticipation.
The other one smiled.
« Look. » He took his hand. « If I tell you... That you’re someone that always intrigued me, that I find you very attractive and pleaseful, what do you do ? What do you tell me ? »
He saw his interlocutor stammering and looking away.
« Ah, I... Uh... I do like your eyes... »
Mikoto blinked. He drew on his lips something more sincere.
« There you found it, your unbeatable line ! »
Futa turned red. We could have sworn to be able to confound his face with his hair. He took back his hand at lightspeed and said panicking:
«But, it’s not like.... I listened what you’d say.... Or was watching you.... I mean.... I don’t need you !»
For an unknown reason, the man with the pudding haircut had shining eyes, like reflects on ice cubes. It was entertaining him to see Futa loose his cool when he was trying to be seen as the strongest. It was at those moments that he was well more sincere than he let people think.
Mikoto decided to answer to this embarrassment with a joke:
« – No, you don’t need me, but don’t tell that my advice aren’t accurate, huh ?? This answer is way better than the ones you’re making word by word since earlier....!
– ... »
... I wanna be with you.