Yay another johnkat hehe.
Johns POV, timid kissing, feelings.
“Your eyes,” he says. “They sparkle.”
“What?” you laugh. “What does that mean?”
He growls and turns to walk away. “Never fucking mind,” he says loudly. He’s gone before you can comment and you’re left just a little confused. You don’t focus on it though, and nothing changes in other interactions, so you play it off as Karkat eating something weird and move on with your life.
“Your hair looks soft,” he says.
“Uh.” Your face scrunches up in confusion. “Thanks?”
He rolls his eyes, nods, and walks away.
Okay, maybe he ate something weird again.
“John,” you hear behind you. You turn around and see Karkat looking to the side of you. He’s glaring, frowning, but you see a splash of color on his dark cheeks and you suddenly feel a little nervous.
“Yes?” you answer, somehow feeling as if something big was going to happen.
“I…I like-…I like your skin, it’s very nice.”
Then he’s turning and he’s running and you’re so confused.
It goes on like that for at least two weeks. He compliments your eyes, your hair, your skin, your hands and your clothes. Apparently he likes all of them, thinks every part of you is nice in some way.
With each compliment your stomach adds another butterfly. You walk around a little giddy, smiling a little too much, and whenever you and Karkat share a look, you share a smile, one just for him. He always look surprised when you do this and always turns away to hide his face, which, for some reason, makes you want to smile more.
You’ve thought about it though. Why is he doing this? What made him start? He always runs before you can question him, which you kind of understand but wish he didn’t do. You want to talk with him, ask him what he’s really trying to say…
What he’s really trying to say?
Oh. A light bulb lights up above your head and you stare wide-eyed at the wall. Maybe…maybe he’s trying to tell you something else. But what?
You want to know.
The next time he comes up to you, you smile and say, “Karkat, hey.” He nods and opens his mouth to speak.
“I like your neck. It’s a nice neck.” he turns to run again, and you say loudly, ignoring how weird that comment was because you’ve heard weird, “Yes, but, what are you really trying to say?”
He freezes and looks over at you.
“I’m not really sure what you’re doing, Karkat, and I, uhm, I like it, but if you want to say something you should just say it. I’ll listen, I promise.”
He stares over his shoulder at you and you see his cheeks begin to flush. He turns fully to face you and he takes a deep breathe.
“Can I say one more thing I like about you before I tell you?”
Your eyes widen in surprise and you nod. He walks forward until he’s right in front of you and keeps his eyes on yours. “Your eyes,” he say. “They sparkle.”
“You’ve already said that,” you smile.
“I remember everything you’ve told me.”
He stays silent and the blush seems to be a permanent stain on his cheeks. He brings his eyes downcast.
“I like…” he leans forward.
He kisses you.
It’s really short, and damn, it’s really sweet and you close your eyes before he pulls away. You hear him say, “I like your lips,” before he comes forward again and places his lips against yours. The butterflies are a twister in your stomach and you push forward to add more pressure before he steps back and you open your eyes.
He’s looking right at you.
“I like you,” he says.
The next time you see each other, you lock eyes. He’s glaring, he’s frowning, but he’s also fidgeting and blushing. You stare a moment, around his face, before giving a wide smile, just for him.