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cinnamon walked to mint’s door, hat in his hands, fidgeting with the rim of it. he had repeated what he was going to say in his head a hundred times before he even left his house. cinnamon knocked on the door, was he going to respond? cinnamon was so nervous they were about to leave then and there. but the door clicked, and the violinist he was waiting for was in the doorway.
“oh, hello cinnamon! would you like to come in?” mint greeted with a warm smile. it made cinnamon’s heart do an acrobatic pirouette into their throat. "i'd love to. thanks."
as cinnamon entered mint’s house, he was going through his lines one last time, just to make sure he didn’t sound silly saying them. ‘i love you, i have loved you so much since you played next to me, your voice is like your violin, it’s music to my ears, you’ve remembered me even when you were horribly busy with whatever you do, i really hope you feel the same about me, please don’t leave me if you don’t feel the same, you can-’
okay, that’s a bit too long-winded and personal.
cinnamon (after what felt like forever to them) started to speak, “i… i have something to tell you”. mint looked at them quizzically, “oh?-”. mint raised his eyebrow and took a step towards cinnamon, they felt like they were going to faint, they were about to do this. “-what about?” cinnamon took a breath. they shut their eyes tight as-
-they pulled a bouquet of flowers out of their hat. "you- you mean alot to me mint. you've stayed with me through thick and thin, you even talking to me that day.. it might’ve been fate, or a stroke of luck, but i'm so incredibly happy that you stay with me." they looked up to his eyes. "you can decline, i don’t mind but, it'd mean a ton of you.." they hesitated hard, "..you became my boyfriend?"
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mint’s eyes widened as his face lit up with a blush. he was filled with complete joy, but he could barely speak.
he had liked them for so long, and it killed him internally that he could never say it first. mint was just happy there was proof, right in front of him, that his feelings were reciprocated.
mint felt he had been swimming in his head for a bit too long, he supposes, he didn’t want to keep cinnamon waiting any longer, “cinnamon, cin- i-.” he stuttered in thought before he outright said “i love you too.”
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cinnamon could feel atoms in his body light up. he was so.. happy? he was extremely happy, but he also felt winded. he could feel himself crying and his hands shaking. he didn’t register it until mint had grabbed his hands and pulled him in for a hug. dear gods, today was the best day of his life, and he’ll remember it till the day he crumbles.