DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN VOCALOID OR SWEATER WEATHER.


The nostalgic melodies of the good ol' 90's songs they would play on repeat flies through his mind as his extra addition of warmth huddles closer to him; he cuddles her disorientated blonde hair in response. The sweet scent of oranges and hot chocolate fills the air as the rain starts to pitter-patter aggressively on the cabin walls.

sweater weather

' 'Cause it's too cold for you here and now. So let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater.'

Everything comes back to him:

The long walks on the beach when the tiny grains of sand would tickle his toes when the sun reaches its peak before setting down to its sweet orange color to the aroma of hot chocolate melting into the sweet scent of her favorite fruit shampoo while the fire would roast in front of them as they are hidden under the covers.

He remembers her laughs when would she playfully hit him with the oversized sleeves of her pink sweater as he ties his hair into his classic high ponytail before wrestling her down to try and tie hers.

Then he remembers the sweet kisses they'll share. The times when they would linger around the kitchen to try to cook something, but instead, everything will end up in a disaster and every pot and pan in the room will all be covered in whipped cream, and the two blondes, who are covered in it as well, will be giggling in amusement as the rain taps the top of the cabin ceiling. In the end they would be pecking the whipped cream off each others' noses which will eventually lead to them making out on the kitchen table.

But that's true love.

But then Len remembers their fight. She would try to hit him as hard as she can, her bow located somewhere far away. Pieces of her blonde hair will fly in front of her face, covering the tears that shower down.

"Rin," he would call, sick and tired of arguing, but she wouldn't give up. She'll keep using her fists covered with the sleeves of her pink sweater. The ends of her short shirt would move up every time she raised her arms, exposing a bit of her short jean shorts. By the time she realizes he just doesn't get it, she'll look up into his eyes and stare.

Oh, that stare.

She'll then get up wordlessly and walk towards the door, refusing to look back before he has to take her by her left hand, turning her towards him and pressing her towards his chest.

"You know I love right?" he'll whisper. She'll nod her head, tears still streaming down her face. Then he'll pull her away the slightest bit, peer down, smile, and lift her chin up. He'll mold his lips onto hers. He'll then place his hands on either sides of her hips, lifting her up like she's a princess, before crashing her down on the couch.

And it'll go from there.

And after he wakes up, he'll walk towards the kitchen, find a decently clean pot, fill it with milk, add cocoa powder in two cups, add the boiled milk into the cups before walking back to the couch towards his sleeping girlfriend. He'll squeeze himself in the small space between her and the couch before putting his left hand on one of her hips and his large right hand cradled in her petite hand. He'll breathe out before closing his eyes and returning to dreamland.

And he'll all the memories will rush towards him again.


THISSS IS NOTTTTT GOOOOOOD.

i'm sorrY. i was inspired for a bit. a bit.

there are two reasons i wrote this:

1. i wanted to loosen up on writing skills

2. i wanted to make a fic of pure love from the kagamines.

and thus i did.

i hope you didn't think this sucked.

Welp.

Reviewwwwwwwww.