A Beautiful Mess

"Are you sure?"

After Marvel's low voice, there was a silence that suspended our momentum.

"Y-you haven't come, right?" I averted my gaze timidly, trying to find an excuse to make him continue.

"I'm holding it in because I don't want this to end quickly. I want to hold you as long as I can."

When I returned to his gaze, his face was gentle with that choice of words and tone. Meanwhile, there was something that stirred my inside, almost like a vortex, with a bit of butterflies swarming around in my stomach.

"It's fine with me…" I mumbled, shy yet determined. "You can do it as much as you want, so…"

"Do you really want me to do it as much as I want?"

The more Marvel asked me about my decision, the more I got impatient. After a long time, we could finally be together again, what causes him to hesitate now?