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mahounadegataTitle: Under Your Living Room's Dim Light
Author: Jou / mahounadegata
Pairing: Nino x OC
Rating: PG
This short thing was written for my dearly beloved Precious and I dunno if she'll like it or not because I'm actually not very satisfied. I find it kinda cute though and I actually felt really giddy writing this hahaha. I did a little bit of research on Nino and his views about love and relationships, although I realized I didn't really need to because I have always loved his perspective about these things. I've always found him very intelligent and open minded with the way he answers interview questions, especially since his answers were often more objective than subjective. Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading it and much as i did writing it. Yay! Also i suck at titles
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You get home from work and you find him sitting on the couch, playing with the game you bought him on his birthday. He was really happy you bought it for him, happier because he didn't spend a single penny for it. He was grumbling and cussing under his breath and it made you smile a little. Sure, he was cussing, but hearing his voice in small angry whispers already got rid of most of the stress and anxiety that accumulated from teaching English to locals the entire day.
He seemed to have heard you close the door and quickly looked back to give you a small smile and an an okaeri, immediately going back to his game.
"Have you eaten, bee?" You ask.
He shakes his head, still concentrating on his game. He was wearing the Gudetama hoodie you bought him some time ago, grey sweat pants, mismatched socks and the old LOVE concert staff shirt. He was also wearing the cat ear scrunchie headband a friend gave you and that made you giggle a bit.
"Do you want me to make you anything?" You lean in and kiss him lightly on the cheek, careful not to disturb.
No answer, just tippy-tappy noises. He abruptly stops, clicks his tongue and pats the empty space on the sofa next to him, signalling for you to sit down. You notice a big red 'defeat' on his screen. You say nothing and sit beside him. He shuffles a bit before lying down on your lap placing his feet on the couch arm rest, eyes glued again to the five inch screen. He restarts his game and you watch in silence, playing with his hair a bit, watching him furrow his eyebrows from time to time, expressions coming and going from his face, his chubby fingers rapidly pushing buttons in a practiced rhythm. You both stay like this, maybe ten or twenty minutes, you're not sure and you honestly don't mind. Being like this with Kazunari relaxed you in a way only he could do.
Then the tippy-tapping stops and a small yatta escapes his lips, a big bright 'victory' on the screen. He looks at you.
You raise your eyebrows, questioning.
Then he smiles, a natural one, not the practiced idol smiles he gives the photographers. "Lucky charm." and pokes you on the cheek. You could feel your cheeks burning. You've been together for almost three years now but this guy never fails to make you feel the butterflies in every small thing he does, no matter how lazy he could be sometimes.. Or most of the time. How in the world did you even end up here, on this couch, with this super talented and ageless man lying on your lap anyway? How and why were the fates so good to you?
"Bee, go get dressed." he says, sitting up, breaking your chain of thought. "Let's go have dinner somewhere nice."
You're a bit surprised. "Eh? Why?"
"Silly." He chuckles, reaching into his pocket for something glittering under the dim lighting of your living room. "Do I really need a reason to treat my best girl to dinner? Well, there is actually, now that I think about it. Although I kind of know your answer already..."
You look away, trying so hard not to panic. What is he doing? What does he mean? What in the world was that thing he took out from his pocket? Oh Lord God, help me. Please don't let me faint. Not right now, please, not right now. Your thoughts were a huge jumble of words. You could feel your pulse rising and the floor was shaking... or maybe it was just your head spinning. I should stop assuming. It was probably just his car keys. Or a 100¥ coin. I should stop assuming things.
He pulls your left hand and you jump a bit from the contact, but that doesn't stop him from slipping something cold on to one of your fingers. You knew what it was but still couldn't believe it and you didn't dare look, you couldn't. Your brain was blank and you were just sitting there staring at him, frozen. He leaned in, his forehead now against yours, those chestnut colored eyes that somehow reminded you of your hometown staring into yours, and then he whispered: "Marry me?"
Now you finally understood how it felt when people say they're high because you were sitting there crying and laughing at the same time, wanting to hit his arrogant face so bad but instead you pull him to a kiss before saying "Of course, you idiot", the grey diamond on your ring finger sparkling like rain under your living room's dim light.
Author: Jou / mahounadegata
Pairing: Nino x OC
Rating: PG
This short thing was written for my dearly beloved Precious and I dunno if she'll like it or not because I'm actually not very satisfied. I find it kinda cute though and I actually felt really giddy writing this hahaha. I did a little bit of research on Nino and his views about love and relationships, although I realized I didn't really need to because I have always loved his perspective about these things. I've always found him very intelligent and open minded with the way he answers interview questions, especially since his answers were often more objective than subjective. Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading it and much as i did writing it. Yay! Also i suck at titles
***
You get home from work and you find him sitting on the couch, playing with the game you bought him on his birthday. He was really happy you bought it for him, happier because he didn't spend a single penny for it. He was grumbling and cussing under his breath and it made you smile a little. Sure, he was cussing, but hearing his voice in small angry whispers already got rid of most of the stress and anxiety that accumulated from teaching English to locals the entire day.
He seemed to have heard you close the door and quickly looked back to give you a small smile and an an okaeri, immediately going back to his game.
"Have you eaten, bee?" You ask.
He shakes his head, still concentrating on his game. He was wearing the Gudetama hoodie you bought him some time ago, grey sweat pants, mismatched socks and the old LOVE concert staff shirt. He was also wearing the cat ear scrunchie headband a friend gave you and that made you giggle a bit.
"Do you want me to make you anything?" You lean in and kiss him lightly on the cheek, careful not to disturb.
No answer, just tippy-tappy noises. He abruptly stops, clicks his tongue and pats the empty space on the sofa next to him, signalling for you to sit down. You notice a big red 'defeat' on his screen. You say nothing and sit beside him. He shuffles a bit before lying down on your lap placing his feet on the couch arm rest, eyes glued again to the five inch screen. He restarts his game and you watch in silence, playing with his hair a bit, watching him furrow his eyebrows from time to time, expressions coming and going from his face, his chubby fingers rapidly pushing buttons in a practiced rhythm. You both stay like this, maybe ten or twenty minutes, you're not sure and you honestly don't mind. Being like this with Kazunari relaxed you in a way only he could do.
Then the tippy-tapping stops and a small yatta escapes his lips, a big bright 'victory' on the screen. He looks at you.
You raise your eyebrows, questioning.
Then he smiles, a natural one, not the practiced idol smiles he gives the photographers. "Lucky charm." and pokes you on the cheek. You could feel your cheeks burning. You've been together for almost three years now but this guy never fails to make you feel the butterflies in every small thing he does, no matter how lazy he could be sometimes.. Or most of the time. How in the world did you even end up here, on this couch, with this super talented and ageless man lying on your lap anyway? How and why were the fates so good to you?
"Bee, go get dressed." he says, sitting up, breaking your chain of thought. "Let's go have dinner somewhere nice."
You're a bit surprised. "Eh? Why?"
"Silly." He chuckles, reaching into his pocket for something glittering under the dim lighting of your living room. "Do I really need a reason to treat my best girl to dinner? Well, there is actually, now that I think about it. Although I kind of know your answer already..."
You look away, trying so hard not to panic. What is he doing? What does he mean? What in the world was that thing he took out from his pocket? Oh Lord God, help me. Please don't let me faint. Not right now, please, not right now. Your thoughts were a huge jumble of words. You could feel your pulse rising and the floor was shaking... or maybe it was just your head spinning. I should stop assuming. It was probably just his car keys. Or a 100¥ coin. I should stop assuming things.
He pulls your left hand and you jump a bit from the contact, but that doesn't stop him from slipping something cold on to one of your fingers. You knew what it was but still couldn't believe it and you didn't dare look, you couldn't. Your brain was blank and you were just sitting there staring at him, frozen. He leaned in, his forehead now against yours, those chestnut colored eyes that somehow reminded you of your hometown staring into yours, and then he whispered: "Marry me?"
Now you finally understood how it felt when people say they're high because you were sitting there crying and laughing at the same time, wanting to hit his arrogant face so bad but instead you pull him to a kiss before saying "Of course, you idiot", the grey diamond on your ring finger sparkling like rain under your living room's dim light.
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