Fubuki smiled sheepishly as he stared at your hand. The two of you were walking together, your hands swinging at your side as you talked to him- it was about some show you had been watching recently, one you thought he might like- he lost track of the conversation as he glanced at his own hand and then yours. He dug his face into his scarf as he bit his lip. You turned to face him, quickly, he turned away from his gaze on your hand and pretended the man who was playing guitar across the street had caught his attention.

"Ah- sorry Fubuki I'm not boring you am I?" You laughed as you raised your had to sheepishly rub the back of your neck. He quickly shook his head- perhaps looking at the man was the wrong choice.

"No! I'm quite interested in the show. I just got side tracked... sorry" he sent you a quick smile before looking back towards the ground. You smiled at him before turning back to look forward. You began to talk again, something different this time. He kept his gaze on your hand, huffing to himself he reached to grab your hand, flexing his fingers to grab your own before quickly pulling back when you suddenly moved your hand. He looked up to see if you were looking at him but you were still talking, waving your hand to emphasize whatever you were saying.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed your own, snapping you out of whatever you were saying. You turned to look at Fubuki- Or rather Atsuya. You stared at him- slightly confused when he looked at you, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned close in, his bright orange eyes boring into your own (colour) orbs.

"He wants to hold your hand" was all he said before leaning back. His hair fell and your Fubuki was back. He looked at you before trailing his gaze down towards your intertwined hands.

"Ah! Sorry" he said as he ripped his hand away from your own. His voice laced with panic and concern as he held his own hand. He act as though he had just burnt your hand. You reached over and took his hand again, intertwining your fingers together.

"If you want to hold my hand you don't have to worry. More often than not I want to hold your hand" you lean over and place a quick kiss to his cheek, you linger a little closer to his ear before whispering, "thank Atsuya for me, yea?" Fubuki blushed as he looked away, the way you were holding his hand,  kissing him, and you whispering in his ear was far too much for him to handle. He had to stop walking and take a breather so he could actually think. You continued to hold his hand though, a large innocent grin was present on your features as you waited for him. "I love you Fubuki" you chimed as you pulled him ever so closer. He stuttered, blushing as you just continued to grin at his reaction. He gripped your hand tighter as he nodded, his face as bright as a tomato.

"Me too- I love you too" he managed to stuttered out.