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[Luca's feeling something very similar to what Alberto was at this moment. He'd been so happy, especially with the second one, and so excited knowing Alberto felt that way. Now he's standing there as Alberto looks them over, knowing that the one that likely wasn't real was the one that Alberto handed him as he checked the mail. The one that had gotten him so excited and sent his heart racing. His face falls when Alberto finally says it. He didn't write this.]

Oh.

[Suddenly feeling cold and disappointed, he looks at the cards in his hands. There's the one he wrote, and then...the other one wasn't written by him, but strangely the words match how he feels exactly. He bites his lip for a moment, not wanting to give Alberto the same feeling of disappointment especially since he realizes that this one, the one Alberto said he liked better, was the one he liked better. Which...does that mean he feels the same way? Assuming the answer to that is yes, Luca decides to take a chance.]

I didn't write this one...but what it says is exactly what I feel.

[This is probably a weird Kaisou thing, which, if the card that was 'from' Luca was that accurate, maybe that means.]

Was yours, or...?

[ Alberto looks to Luca with wide eyes and raised brows, seemingly surprised at the way that question trailed off doubtfully. The look on Luca's face doesn't help. It doesn't take him a second thought to answer, no filter as usual. ]

What? Of course that's how I feel! That's exactly how I feel. That's what makes this weird. I couldn't have said it better myself even if I'd said it myself...!

[ He waves the card in the air emphatically, trying to force a wry smile on and crack a sort of joke to diffuse some of this tension. Alberto just assumed Luca knew he felt all those things, so he never bothered to admit it. But to him, it doesn't even feel like an admission, that would imply something secret about his feelings, or some fear that speaking so outright will be "too much" and end in rejection, like most kids their age may feel if their crush got outed. To Alberto, for all his complex rejection issues, the feelings described in that little love letter are just the plain facts of his life with Luca. He's got so little understanding of romance that these feelings aren't under the same pressure as they might normally be; this is just how he feels about Luca and surely Luca knows all this already. He figures that his affections must all be as plain to everyone else as it is to him, assuming it's so obvious that it needn't be said. He can be a little socially blind, still, for as well adjusted as he's become, still getting accustomed to not being alone anymore in many ways; people can't read his mind. And sometimes it's just nice to hear nice things from the people you love. Just like Alberto loved hearing what Luca said in both his cards, maybe Luca would like to hear Alberto say these things more, too.

...But until Alberto gets over the shock of hearing what he didn't say, it'll take a moment to connect those dots and learn from this. They're getting there, they're getting there... ]

[Even though this whole thing is weird and creepy, having the confirmation that Alberto's card is exactly how he feels makes Luca feel a rush of excitement again. Also relief, since he didn't just confess that his was how he really felt for nothing.]

Oh good. Because the card I didn't write is exactly how I felt, but written better, too.

[ Alberto feels that giddiness swell in his chest again, too. Luca's relative calmness about this, compared to Alberto's, is also calming in itself. It helps ground Alberto some, the way Luca is more keen to focus on the happy side of all this, rather than the "what-the-shell" crazy creepy magic side. What was said was true, and that's the important part. Still sitting on the kitchen table, Alberto looks to Luca with an odd, searching look, before a soft smile spreads over his face, too, feeling a wave of relief of his own. ]

...Yeah. Heh. Good.

[ He pauses, just smiling at Luca affectionately for a second. Yeah — this is fine. His excitement overrides the creepiness. As far as crazy magic stuff goes, he can live with this one. Or at least worry about it later. Right now he's just happy to know he and Luca both feel that excited, tingly feeling around each other, especially when they touch — he wasn't sure if that was just him or what, but even though he'd never bothered to mention it, for some reason it makes his heart soar learning that they both feel it. He crinkles his eyes fondly at him, then, as he reaches out and places a hand on Luca's shoulder just for the sake of it. Something so mindless that he does all the time, but now feels more— intentional? Which just heightens that giddy, tingly, warm feeling all the more. Alberto, in typical Alberto fashion, still tries to play it cool, though. ]

Maybe we wrote 'em in our sleep, huh? Hah~

[Luca smiles, blushing a little when Alberto puts his hand on his shoulder, even though it's something Alberto does all the time. For some reason it makes it even more exciting knowing Alberto is doing that knowing how it makes Luca feel, and knowing it makes Alberto feel the same way.]

Yeah, maybe.

[Okay, Luca very much doubts that they wrote these in their sleep, but he also doesn't feel like questioning things now. Instead, he decides to return Alberto's gesture by leaning in closer and wrapping an arm around Alberto's waist.]

[ When Luca leans in and wraps his arm around Alberto's waist, he also blushes as a wide grin spreads over his face, a warm, playful glint in his eyes. He pulls Luca in closer by wrapping his arm around his shoulder, but with Alberto sitting on the tabletop like this, it leaves them at the perfect angle for Alberto to give Luca an affectionate little noogie... so of course that's what he does, tussling his hair gently. Again, more of their usual friendly jabs and gestures, but now feels so much more exciting somehow, knowing they both feel that electric, fuzzy, buzzing feeling when they get close. And one of Alberto's operating philosophies in life so far is most definitely if you like something, do more of it. Even after he musses up Luca's hair teasingly, he still stays close to him and keeps his hand on his head, smiling down at him almost knowingly. ]

Hehe~ ...Oh, well — as far as creepy magic crap goes here, at least this is nice creepy magic crap, I guess...

[ He smirks his usual smug smirk, always reaching for a quip, a light laugh laced through his voice, but there's something far fonder in his eyes than usual. After a beat, while he's talking, he idly fixes Luca's hair, repositioning what Alberto's tussling had messed up, so Luca's curls are perfectly in place again. Polite and considerate of him to undo his own noogie — aaand also an excuse to keep touching him. Two for two. ]

[Luca blushes even more when Alberto pulls him close, letting out a giddy giggle when he feels Alberto tussling his hair.]

You know, I think this creepy magic was worth it.

[It did lead to this moment, after all, and Luca really likes this moment, staring back into Alberto's eyes and letting him fix his hair.]

[ Luca's curls are all tidy again, but Alberto keeps gently playing with his hair a moment longer than he really needs to; he just gazes back quietly, lost in Luca's eyes in turn for a second, with an uncontrollable smile stuck on his face. He feels that warm, fuzzy feeling again, after all, that tightness in his chest, his heart racing for no reason. It's not a new feeling, either. But it's more intense than usual, and now he's keenly aware of it, knowing Luca may well be feeling the same thing. It's not really that much of a revelation — they both could've guessed the other felt this way, it's not surprising — but it's nice to know.

He feels especially close to Luca in this moment, maybe even closer than ever in a certain sense. It's been nine months they've lived together now — three seasons. It's completely alien to think their time in Italy together lasted all of two weeks before Luca left for Genova. They've been through so much together since then — way scarier things than what happened during the Portorosso Cup. Yet even with how much shock and loss and wildness they've endured here, their baseline together is still pretty stable — comfortable. This is Alberto's normal now. He feels more and more in his own element with Luca as time has gone on, together in their little dream house. Because, really, this is like a dream. Better than Alberto could've hoped for in many ways. Way different than he probably would've hoped for — the ghost in their house is a surprise, for instance — but for all the craziness that's happened to them, around them, everything, Alberto wouldn't change anything. They did it together. The two of them really can do anything, turns out! Even seventy years in the future in another country in an alternate dimension! And even given all that, moments like these make it all worth it; because this, this is a perfect moment. He lets his hand linger by Luca's ear a moment, a bit of hair still idly pinched between his fingertips by the ends, smiling at him with only fondness in his eyes, before he lets his hand fall to rest reassuringly on his shoulder again. ]

...You really are my favorite person, y'know. I mean it.

[ Whatever the creepy cards said, that's all true, yes, just so happens. But in his own card, for once, Alberto did say what he meant to say — and he meant what he said. ]

[Luca just basks in Alberto's gaze for a moment, feeling completely happy just being so close to him and having all of their feelings out there like this now. In that moment, as they look into each other's eyes, everything just feels perfect.]

You're my favorite person, too.

[ Hearing Luca say it back is almost too much, leaving Alberto feeling overcome with joy and love and acceptance and excitement and basically every positive feeling possible all at once, probably...! It's overwhelming. He feels that buzzing feeling more than ever, so happy he just wants to run around the room or something, jump up and down, shake Luca, scream, AH! Thankfully, he barely contains himself, though he can't help beaming at Luca, cheesing harder than ever. He's too verklempt to speak for a moment, feeling ready to burst with happiness — so as if to anchor himself so he doesn't just float away, he hops down off the table to abruptly pull Luca into a tight hug. He wraps his arms around his shoulders as he buries his face in the crook of his neck, face so flushed even the tips of his ears turn red. He holds Luca close, hugging him much tighter and much longer than usual. Even hiding his face like he is (one might even say shyly), Alberto's clearly completely unable to stop smiling. ]

[Luca returns the hug, holding Alberto tight, an equally huge grin on his own face. Everything about this moment is absolutely perfect, and even if the valentine's letter thing was weird and kind of creepy, he's so glad it happened because it's worth it for this.]

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