Taiyō no Ie | たいようのいえ
House of the Sun

Hey guys! So I was listening to "Kiss Me Slowly" by Parachute, and since it had been raining here, I decided to do something... a tad steamy. Or maybe a lotsa steamy. But all good. Just exploring some writing themes here, my good bees.

Warning: Probably OOC and obviously PWP. Not recommended for underaged beans, but worry not for there are no lemons. :) I think. :)


Chapter 1: Little kids, old men, and television


"Don't run away. Please."

He gave her one last kiss on her forehead where he parted her bangs earlier, before proceeding to hold her by the hand. He led her to his room, and she was expecting the walk to be torturously awkward, but for some reason or the other, it felt nothing but natural. Her feet were tingling in anticipation, and at the same time, it felt like she was walking on the tips of a thousand swords.

"My feet..."

He stopped walking. "Hmm?"

She could barely see his face as she turned away to avoid eye contact, but she knew, that he was blushing almost as hard as her, if not even more.

She found out that sometimes, the almighty Nakamura Hiro was actually not that of an adult as she thought him to be. He was actually more of a teenager than a man; he could blush stupidly just as much as she did, and she found out, that she too could elicit responses and reactions from him that he could easily get from her with just patting her head, if she had the right words or actions for it so.

"You know... for TVs... like when there's no signal, and it's all tingly and funny when you look at it. Yeah. My feet are like that now."

The brunet chuckled at her words. In a time of seriousness where everything is led by instinct and all other overwhelming feelings, Motomiya Mao decided to compare her feet to that of a television.

A television.

"It's 'cause you were sitting on your feet earlier, you stupid kid", he smirked as he flicked her forehead with his free hand, causing her to furrow her eyebrows in agitation.

"You idiotic rotten old man! Y-You were on t-top of..." the raven-haired punched him on his arm, albeit failing at trying to do so. "Er..."

Without letting any moment go to waste, he had her in his arms, carrying her bridal-style.

Nakamura Hiro had expected his girlfriend to struggle in his grasp and throw colourful profanities in his direction while furiously fuming and blushing hard. He was part correct though, for she was as red as she could get right now, but she wasn't showing any signs of resistance.

He directed a questioning look towards her, to which she scoffed at.

"It's just 'cause my feet are weird right now."

He chuckled. "You're like a kid, you know? You never really changed."

She closed her eyes tightly, biting her lower lip as she clenched her fists together.

It was almost as if she was tempting him right there and then.

"Wakaba."

She opened her eyes at him suddenly mentioning his turtle's name. "What?"

"Your face is as crumpled as Wakaba's neck."

The man leaned in and gave her a quick peck on her lips, before proceeding to carry her to his room.

おわり


A/n: I intend for this fic to have five chapters. Other chapters have already been written, so I will only be updating.

Anyway, I just couldn't help writing a HiroxMao or Maro(?) fic, and I didn't want to post it in the Misc. section, which is why I requested for a category. Please spread the news that there's finally one for it, because I know that there must be fanpeople out there DYING to write for this beautiful manga, despite its last volume being published like almost 2 years ago. You know yourselves.

Read-review-follow-favourite-whatever. This isn't much right now, but let me know your thoughts. じゃね