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Camping; Leo’s dream date, Hector’s worst fear.
There was something about the open woods that both entranced Tailor yet horrified Asamori, yet the two of them were like yin and yang; they balanced each other out— Hector stopped Leo from becoming nothing but a face on the back of a milk carton, and Leo reassured Hector that no, he would not combust into flames upon making eye contact with the fireplace.
Near the end of their trip, they found themselves in their cozy tent— Leo was comfortably snuggled into their sleeping bag, whereas Hector had been writing in his diary.
Leo looked at the way his tongue stuck out as he focused, and he couldn’t help but wonder what his lover could possibly be writing about so passionately— he saw the way his hand moved at the speed of light, nothing but a blur against the paper.
However, what Leo didn’t see was the way that Hector would look up at him every so often— whether it be his blonde hair (nothing short of beautiful), his “entrancing” black eyes, or the way his tired smile lit up the room.
Hector wanted to finish the poem he was writing— god, he could write about Leo for hours, but no.
One: He knew Leo would eventually drag him to bed.
Two: He knew he’d pass out eventually, and he didn’t want Leo to have to deal with that mess.
So the journalist settled on giving himself mercy for tonight and wriggled into their shared sleeping bag, yawning and wrapping his arms around his lover.
“Mmh…I love you, Leo.” Hector mumbled, giving him a quick peck on the lips.
Leo smiled a bit, chuckling.
“I know, Hec.” He teased, kissing him back.
“I love you too.”