A False Confession

I confessed.

After having a drink first, since I wasn’t confident enough to do it sober.

“I like you.”

“......Why?”

“...I just like everything about you.”

His smile was nice, his caring kindness was nice, his knightly side was cool...

As I listed the reasons one by one, I was already babbling terribly.

For some reason, everything in front of me was spinning too. That one drink had been much stronger than I expected.

Much stronger.

“......I don’t understand.”

That’s a strange way to reject someone. I thought that was a little hurtful... and then my body tilted forward.

The first thing that happened after one drink and blacking out was that I suddenly collapsed, and I felt a strong sense of incongruity from the man who caught me in panic.

His voice was lower, his height was a little different, and his build was quite different.

Even the color of his hair, now visible in the moonlight, was different.

...This is insane. That’s a different person.

***

“Kaber.”

“......Yes?”

“From now on, don’t put on any strange titles. Call me by my name.”

The corners of his usually stiff mouth slowly rose, until he finally drew a smile.

It was a very sweet smile, and his voice was so gentle it sounded like he would kill me on the spot if he found out I’d made the wrong confession.

Ah.