Suoh did not know what to expect from his new roommate as he re-entered his chambers. To put it simply; he felt lost.

But Suoh knew that this wasn't a simple emotion at all—

For a part of him,

Was found.

Though this emotion be frustrating and all-too-complex for a lazy simpleton such as himself, the well-built young man was confident that he had the strength to embrace such a thing.

As confident as he was; it didn't last long when the young master turned the knob and opened the door to his room.

Because beyond that lay a very beautiful person without a heart.

AI's eyes were closed; glasses slightly askew; and long lashes brushing the skin below his eye ever so gently.

His white dress shirt was slightly disheveled from the action before; his body facing the right with both his hands resting under his head for support.

Fair skin glowed under the soft orange lights, lips slightly parted.

Suoh soon realized what the situation was doing to his self-control—as he had a hard time reigning in such desires he knew the droid could not comprehend.

And yet, such desires—

Born by no one but his father;

Left the cage of his heart

Fire burning in the dark.  

As the young master crossed the room towards his bed;

In which the one he loved so laid,

He thought he heard a soft sound call—

For his name forever more.

But when he saw

That it a dream,

His heart let out

A silent scream.

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[Suoh]

His eyes revealed the skies when I touched his cheek, stepping away so that he could register my face.

"Young Master," His voice pleased with a gentle lilt, and a mere smile crossed his features. "Welcome back."

"Hey..." I reached out to run my finger along a stray lock of hair, but then I stopped.

AI tilted his head to the side in confusion. "Is something the matter, Young Master?"

I paused.

Then retrieved my hand—

For fear that once I began,

I wouldn't stop.

Perhaps it was due to the fact that we were in my room; or perhaps it was due to my sudden memory that this was what my father did, too.

"Mm...not really," I laughed low.

AI blinked, and the stars in his eyes rearranged. "Your stress levels have peaked, Young Master. I suggest sleep as a fool-proof solution," He smiled in a gentle manner, rising from my bed.

His slender fingers tugged at the tie I was obliged to wear to dinner.

I raised a brow.

"What are you doing?"

He was close—close enough that our chests were almost touching. He was an inch or two shorter, allowing me a full view of his long lashes.

"My job, of course," AI adjusted the slim frames on the bridge of his nose, proceeding to undo the knot of my tie and placing it neatly on the bedside table.

He then began to unbutton my shirt.

"...wait," I captured both his hands in mine, stopping him from going any further.

So much for self-control.

"Have you forgotten about what I said?" I frowned, staring into his soul.

AI blinked, and he seemed to have registered something because the next thing I knew—there was red dusting his cheeks.

It went up to his ears, and even I was taken aback.

"W-Well...mind you, Young Master, and pardon me—but I may be rather slow at times, but my memory is of utmost perfection," He huffed adorably, slipping his hands out of my grasp, "Please do show some respect for...for my abilities."

As though embarrassed, he readjusted his glasses, hiding his blush with his hands.

"Abilities? What abilities?" I teased, leaning closer to further embarrass him.

AI's lips parted in shock.

"How—How impertinent of you, Suoh! I would think that age would have taught you a lesson or two, but it appears that you—"

Of course, he didn't get the chance to finish his sentence because before I knew what I was doing—

My body responded to its name.

"What—" AI stood frozen on the spot as he registered the arms around him; pulling him in for a tight embrace.

"What did you say?"

Ai blinked.

"What...What did I say? I said that you were rather impertinent and—"

"No, you called me. You called my name," I breathed, speaking lowly beside his ear. "You...said my name."

AI started with a jump.

"I...I apologize. It was merely an act of rashness. I will refrain from doing so in the future—"

"—The hell?" Was my response as I released AI from my hold, looking at him from an arm's length. "Have you even been listening to me for the past—what, ten years?"

AI could tell that my tone was slightly frustrated, and he bowed his head slightly.

I sighed, calming the monster in my chest.

"...I didn't mean to raise my voice. Just...cranky. These days."

The one I loved smiled gently.

"That is alright...by the way, Young—"

I gave him the look, and he stopped short.

"Um, I mean...Suoh," There was a strange look in his eyes as he said my name, and his fingers hid behind his back in a lovely manner. "Well, it is evident that a recent scan I have conducted a few seconds ago detects a throbbing pain from your temples,"

"Are you, perhaps, experiencing a migraine?" AI asked softly, concerned.

I paused, giving that statement a thought for once.

"Mm...explains the pain in my head," I shrugged, coming to a vague conclusion.

AI's beautiful orbs spoke of sarcasm as he laughed and made a statement with an innocent expression. "Oh! But your head is empty—is it not?"

I raised a brow, giving the droid a small push to prove my point. "Say that again?"

"My apologies," He cleared his throat, a hint of a smile still dancing along his lips. "I was ahead of myself."

"Nn, got that right," Then I thought for a moment—and corrected myself. "But I give you the permission to be ahead of yourself."

AI blinked, frowning strictly. "Sometimes I really wonder if you are human, Suoh."

I let out a snort as my droid's slender fingers continued the task before. "Am I not human enough?"

"Barely," He replied, a twinkle in his eye as he unbuttoned my dress shirt.

"Mm...how?"

"For one—you do not seem to think. Even rationally; as humans are known to do."

"Really?"

AI raised his gaze, as if confused. "Why, of course. Do you deny it?"

"Mm...not really. But I do think. At times. Just not...always."

His expression remained the same as my abs came into view, unfazed by its flawless glory (A/N: Stop Suoh. Stahp.)—proving his existence as a droid.

"Then, you are an irrational human."

I laughed low. "So what does that make me? A monster?"

The skies in his eyes met my gaze, and the stars seemed to smile;

Even if it was just for a while.

"No—

It means that you are a human in love."

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"Tell me a bedtime story."

"Young Master—I-I mean," AI cleared his throat, "Suoh. You are far too old for foolish fairytales—"

"Huh. So even droids know that fairytales are foolish."

"Why, of course. Unlike you, we are capable of complex thinking—"

"Shut up—"

"Either way," AI sighed, turning his back on me as he shifted in the bed, "It is time to sleep. Bedtime stories do not work on a grown man like you."

Yeah, right. Like I could fucking sleep with you inches away from me.

"But I have a headache."

"All the more reason to rest—now be a good boy and go to sleep, Suoh."

My finger reached towards his earlobe; visible under the veil of moonlight drifting through the window.

"But stories help with my headache."

"I am sure that is an excuse, Young Master."

I withdrew my hand, growling in dissatisfaction.

"Please, go to sleep," AI sighed, turning his back on me as he shifted to lie on his side.

Stopping his movement with my arm, I flipped him over so that he was facing the ceiling—then placed my hands on both sides of his head; in a way so that I was hovering directly above him, staring into a pair of the universe.

"Not gonna sleep until you tell me a story."

AI flinched.

"Stubborn as always, aren't you—Young Master?"

"Suoh."

"Suoh," AI rolled his eyes with a strange smile. "Very well. Just one."

I rolled over, staring at the ceiling with a satisfied grin. "Better be good."

"As far as I know, Suoh—you have liked every single one of my bedtime stories since you were a child," The droid's eyes glinted playfully as he glanced sideways at me.

"Mm...point taken."

AI laughed, then began a voice that sucked me into the stars in his eyes.

Nothing—

But everything at the same time.

"There once lived—

A young prince; in a kingdom that was perfect. Quite perfect, indeed. The kingdom was very orderly; very well-managed; and very organized. Not one thing, on any day, would be out of order. This is because the kingdom itself relied—perhaps worshipped—the theory of Common Sense.

And by following this rationality of order, the kingdom has flourished and prospered for decades and centuries.

Then came a girl—"

"Make it a boy," I ordered, listening.

AI turned to me with a raised brow before laughing softly.

"Alright then.

Then came...a boy.

He was young; with sunshine in his eyes and a rare smile that lit up visible darkness.

The boy had just moved into this kingdom without a clue about its rational orders or Common Sense. He had come—quite alone indeed—to reach for his dream.

It was to become a florist.

And so the young boy, smiling alone, day by day, showered his flowers with smiles that matched the sun and words that flowed much like the essence of water; he sits, on a humble stool, in a rather cramped corner of the humble flower shop located near the very outskirts of the kingdom—tending to his colorful children.

As he transfers a single red rose from one cooler to another; the boy, filled with sudden longing and loneliness in his small, empty shop—

Made a wish."

AI paused, his eyes reflecting the soft glow of the moonlight drifting through the open window.

I turned to him, raising a brow as if to ask why he stopped.

"What wish?"

AI smiled—

An expression so strange.

Yet so familiar;

"The very next day the boy made a wish, the prince of the kingdom rode past his humble flower shop as he was making his way to the woods for the weekly hunt.

The prince found the tiny shop rather peculiar—quite different indeed from the florists he had seen in the heart of the kingdom.

And so, he entered the shop with a polite smile.

The young florist was taken aback by the prince's appearance at his store. He apologizes for the cramped space.

The prince shakes his head with a sincere smile, proceeding to inquire about the teenaged boy's name, and what he was doing alone in this very shop.

It was so, that the prince and boy met in such an ordinary—yet, extraordinary circumstance.

They spoke; and before the prince left the store, the boy presented a beautiful sunflower—saying that it was for the Queen.

The prince, quite surprised by this gesture, accepted it with a bow."

I snorted. "Thought you were going to say they fell in love."

AI wore a bemused expression as he shifted on the bed to face me. "Are humans really that fickle?"

"No."

"Well, then. You have your answer. They did not fall in love—yet."

"At this, the prince began to drop by the florist every day; at dawn; to buy a single stalk of the flower recommended by the boy. He would get them fresh at the time of the day, and the prince would see the smile of sunshine as he entered the flower shop day by day.

The boy began to wake up earlier just to choose the perfect special flower he would present to the prince on that day.

The prince began to look forward to his mornings with a strange feeling he couldn't explain.

And because he could not explain it, the prince felt lost.

And because he felt lost, the prince began to worry if he had lost his Common Sense.

He began to doubt his rationality.

The boy, with a shy smile on his face asks, one day—

"Do you take good care of the flowers?"

And the lost and frustrated prince, who so wanted to say:

Yes, yes I treat them as if I would give them to YOU—

Said, instead:

"I give them to the women in my court."

"The fuck?" I hissed, about to interrupt AI, but he placed a finger on my lip.

And so the prince watched as the boy's smile faded small.

He watched as the sunshine dimmed ever so slightly.

The prince wondered what this stabbing emotion was as the boy's gaze lowered and his lip quivered.

He wonders at this strange feeling that seemed to determine every single one of his actions—

How it seemed to defy all his principles;

How it seemed to make him fall and fly at the same time and hence defy a thing such as gravity;

How it seemed to defy every single ounce of Common Sense in his mind;

And every rationality that tried so hard to reign his feelings;

He never knew—

Never knew that he was in Love.

And so, the foolish prince lived happily ever after."

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"What kind of fucking story is that?" I growled, feeling the ache in my chest. "Happily ever after? What about the boy?"

"He lived...less, happily...ever after...?" AI's head tilted to the side as if unsure.

"What? Why?"

"Oh, because he was in Love."

"...You make no sense."

AI cleared his throat.

"Fairytales don't make sense."

"This isn't a fairytale," I pointed out. "It's a tragedy."

"Anyway," I proceeded to add quickly, "what do you mean by he never knew and lived happily ever after?"

"It means, Suoh," AI sighed, "that once you know that you are in Love, happily ever after isn't so easy after all."

"Whatever," I rolled over, tired of hearing discouraging things about Love when I was in the middle of its abyss. "I'm turning in."

AI smiled. "Good."

I rolled my eyes, tucking myself under the covers.

"And for your information, I write my own happy endings. Got that?"

AI laughed.

"Yes, yes Young Master. You do that."

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[X]

The human and the droid that slept on the same bed were silent for quite a moment, in the deafening silence that held the occasional sound of a cricket.

"What did he wish for?"

The beautiful droid blinked. "Hm?"

"The boy," His companion continued in a tired manner. "What did he actually wish for?"

"What do you think he wished for?" AI returned softly with a laugh.

"Love. Duh."

The droid that seemed so much like human laughed—a tinkering sound of magic.

"No...not really."

"He wished for a miracle."

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A/N: That hurt

-Cuppiecake.