Meine Liebe (request: kamikal)

Fandom: Ace Attorney
Shipping: Klavpollo
Word Count: 932
Warnings: N/A

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Klavier cleared his throat loudly, to catch the attention of the man at the end of the hallway. “Herr Justice, may I speak with you for a moment?”

Apollo blinked, surprised to hear that the prosecutor was actually using his name for once, and not a weird nickname. “Oh, um… Yeah. Sure.”

The German smiled cheerfully as he waited for the younger man to catch up with him. Nobody would be able to guess, by looking at him, that his pulse was racing and his palms were sweaty. He was the picture of calmness, though inside he was panicking.

Now at his side, Apollo smiled up at the prosecutor. “You said you wanted to talk to me, Prosecutor Gavin?”

Gott, he was adorable.

Klavier cleared his throat, still smiling. “Please, call me Klavier.”

“Huh? But I–”

Klavier frowned at him. “When we’re outside of the courtroom, we’re friends. It’s okay to relax when you’re around me, Apollo.”

He looked startled.

Klavier arched a blonde eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”

The younger man quickly recovered. He ducked his head, a desperate attempt at hiding his blush from view. “N-Nothing. I just…”

“Just what?”

“… I was just startled.”

The arched eyebrow didn’t lower. “Startled? By what?”

Apollo finally managed to find his composure. He looked back up at the frowning German. “You usually call me ‘Herr Justice’, or ‘Herr Forehead’. I’m not really used to hearing you call me by my first name.”

Now Klavier was the one to look surprised. “I do?”

He nodded.

“Wow. I never noticed that before,” Klavier remarked. “Weird.”

Apollo smiled a little. “It’s… really nice to hear you say my name,” he admitted, blushing faintly again.

Klavier grinned. “That was really cute right now.”

“Huh?”

“That face you just made. It was really cute.”

“C-Cute…?”

“In fact,” he added teasingly, “you’re pretty cute yourself.”

“What…?”

Klavier lost his smile. He sighed. “Apollo, I’m flirting with you.”

Apollo blinked. His blush darkened. “Y-You are? Why?”

Really? He honestly hadn’t figured it out yet? How odd; usually he was really smart.

Klavier frowned at the young defense attorney. “Because I really like you.”

Apollo’s eyes widened as the words sank in. “Y-You do?!”

“Of course.” He smiled gently at him. He spoke softly, soothingly. “You’re a very interesting person, Apollo. I like that. A lot.”

“You do?”

“Ja.”

Apollo seemed speechless. Frozen with shock, his face flaming.

Klavier stared intently at the blushing boy across from him. After a while, he spoke up again. “Apollo, I really mean it. I like you. Will you go out with me?”

Apollo stammered uselessly for a moment. He was unable to give the prosecutor an answer.

After a long time of that, Klavier finally sighed and turned away. “I know this is a lot to take in,” he told the younger man. “I understand if you don’t feel the same way. I just thought you ought to know how I feel.” He started to walk away sadly.

“Wait!”

Klavier stopped. Turned back towards the defense attorney. “Hm?”

Apollo struggled to find the right words. At last he grasped them, and so he blurted out, “Y-Yes.”

“Huh?”

“Yes. I… I will.”

Klavier blinked. “You’ll go out with me?”

He nodded, still blushing.

The German grinned. “Seriously?!”

Another nod. More blushing.

Klavier walked back to the blushing man’s side. He reached over and grabbed Apollo’s hand. He held it up to his lips, kissing it lightly. “I’ll do my best to be a good boyfriend, meine liebe,” the blond promised, smiling proudly.

Apollo smiled as well. “I’ll do my best as well.”

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“Oh mein Gott! I can’t believe I actually asked him out!” Klavier squealed, practically fangirling.

Daryan just rolled his eyes. He had seen this kind of behavior from Klavier before. He was used to it by now. “Gavin, you’re acting like a girl.”

Klavier lost his smile. “No I’m not.”

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not!”

Daryan rolled his eyes again as he looked away. “Whatever,” he sneered. Then he glanced back. Grinned. “Seriously though, I’m happy for you.”

Klavier blinked. “You are?”

“Of course. You need someone like Sleeves in your life. He’ll keep you in line.”

The German man chuckled. “Ja. I suppose you have a point there.” He glanced down at his watch. Flinched. “Ach! I’ll be late for work if I don’t get going. And then Fräulein Skye will yell at me.”

“Then you’d better get going,” Daryan snorted. He motioned to the room around him. “It’s not like I’m going to be going anywhere.”

“True.”

Daryan was quiet up until Klavier was opening the door, but then he called out, “Hey, Gavin!”

Klavier turned. “Ja?”

“… You guys are cute together.”

He grinned. “I know.”

“You’re not supposed to agree with me! Just thank me!”

The blond laughed. “Fine. Danke dummkopf.”

“Hey!” Daryan protested. But Klavier was already out the prison door.