[In all the previous matches, it'd seemed unquestionable that Haruki would take the victory, and so Noah hadn't felt any sense of anxiousness at all when he'd been watching. But the final match itself is different- because it's more of an even fight, and there's a lot of back and forth. This is the first time Noah really starts to feel worried while he's watching- worried that Haruki won't win, and he wouldn't be getting a kiss from his knight today after all. He feels a little guilty for even feeling worried about the prospect at all...mostly because he does want to be fair to the competitors. But it's not about not wanting to kiss the other participant...it's about wanting Haruki to be the victor.
His heart skips so many beats while he's watching that it seems like a wonder he hasn't passed out yet. With each and every single movement- each thrust of a sword, each small dodge step...it feels like something inside of him might burst from the intensity of it all. And with the way it's been during the whole competition...honestly, it's amazing he'd never realized his own feelings for Haruki until today. But now that the idea's been presented to him it's like everything's clicked into place, and it's all so much clearer.
Even as Haruki moves in to make the final move to win him the match- the knot of worry in his stomach disappears, but his heart just keeps on going. Faster and faster- when they announce Haruki's victory, when the servants start escorting him up on stage, when he's being guided towards the stage himself...and then finally, when they're standing before each other.
Noah might've gotten worried again at Haruki's professional reaction...if he didn't already know Haruki himself. Of course it's only natural for him to act this way after winning something that's even remotely formal. That's just how Haruki's always acted before, so it's not even a surprise in this situation. And besides, he can still see that red tint on the other's cheeks right now. Maybe he wouldn't have thought anything of it a day or so ago, but at least now he can understand why Haruki must seem a little flustered.
Still...Noah can't stop himself from smiling as wide and as brightly as he possibly can while he walks up to Haruki and takes a moment to just simply take in the sight of his knight. The very same person who fought so hard just to be standing on this stage...and even as Haruki keeps staring down at the ground, Noah can feel his chest tighten from how happy he feels.
He can't wait even a few more seconds though...soon his hands reach over and slide around both of Haruki's- giving them a gentle tug to pull his gaze back upward.]
Haruki...
[Even his voice seems sweeter, and happier than it normally does- speaking softly so that the exchange of words will only be heard by the two of them.]
I think you're staring in the wrong direction. Would you please look at me...?
[His hands tug on the other's again- gentle, but insistent this time.]
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His heart skips so many beats while he's watching that it seems like a wonder he hasn't passed out yet. With each and every single movement- each thrust of a sword, each small dodge step...it feels like something inside of him might burst from the intensity of it all. And with the way it's been during the whole competition...honestly, it's amazing he'd never realized his own feelings for Haruki until today. But now that the idea's been presented to him it's like everything's clicked into place, and it's all so much clearer.
Even as Haruki moves in to make the final move to win him the match- the knot of worry in his stomach disappears, but his heart just keeps on going. Faster and faster- when they announce Haruki's victory, when the servants start escorting him up on stage, when he's being guided towards the stage himself...and then finally, when they're standing before each other.
Noah might've gotten worried again at Haruki's professional reaction...if he didn't already know Haruki himself. Of course it's only natural for him to act this way after winning something that's even remotely formal. That's just how Haruki's always acted before, so it's not even a surprise in this situation. And besides, he can still see that red tint on the other's cheeks right now. Maybe he wouldn't have thought anything of it a day or so ago, but at least now he can understand why Haruki must seem a little flustered.
Still...Noah can't stop himself from smiling as wide and as brightly as he possibly can while he walks up to Haruki and takes a moment to just simply take in the sight of his knight. The very same person who fought so hard just to be standing on this stage...and even as Haruki keeps staring down at the ground, Noah can feel his chest tighten from how happy he feels.
He can't wait even a few more seconds though...soon his hands reach over and slide around both of Haruki's- giving them a gentle tug to pull his gaze back upward.]
Haruki...
[Even his voice seems sweeter, and happier than it normally does- speaking softly so that the exchange of words will only be heard by the two of them.]
I think you're staring in the wrong direction. Would you please look at me...?
[His hands tug on the other's again- gentle, but insistent this time.]
My victor.