Feeling Valentines-day-ish today. A bit early, but hey, when is it ever too early for cute/awkwardness?
I don't own anything except the story itself, I suppose. ^^
Dante approached Nero's room with a little hesitation; he'd never done this before. Not for anyone. Well, first time for everything, he thought with a smile, knocking lightly on the door. No answer, as usual. Dante quietly pushed open the door, wincing at how the hinges squeaked a tiny bit at the last moment. Nero was still asleep; curled up in that adorable way he slept with the covers tucked up to his chin. The older slayer took a moment to just enjoy the fact that when the kid wasn't slaughtering hellspawn or punching him in the face, he was pretty cute. Dante strolled over to the side of his bed and left the box of chocolates on the pillow, then quickly turning around and attempting to sneak away. Until the younger half-demon woke up.
"Dante? What the hell are you doing in my room, you pervert!"
He didn't even have time to turn around before Nero was literally on top of him and shoving his face into the floorboards.
"Imph hadph a quesphon phor youph" Was what came out. Nero, looking more confused than angry at this point, lessened the grip on the other man's face for a moment so he could talk.
"I said, I had a question for you, punk," Dante grunted, playfully shoving the younger guy off of his back. "And I got you chocolates and everything, jeez, see where this stuff gets me."
"What?" Confusion had given way to a small, devious smile. "What, exactly, did you want to ask me that involved you sneaking into my room?"
"I uh, I... I wanted to know if..." Dante trailed off and took a deep breath in. "Do you wanna be my valentine or not, kid?"
Nero just burst out laughing. "Y-You snuck into my room to ask me that?!"
"Well, I've said it once and I'll say it again, romance gets me nowhere," he grumbled, standing up and dusting off his coat.
"Yes. Of course I will be, ya weirdo. Just be NORMAL about it next time." Nero grinned, face still flushed from laughing so hard, and jumped up to hug his hunting partner.
He hadn't been so happy to hear an insult in his entire life. He hugged the teen back as hard as he could, smiling like an idiot.
"Well, on that note, I should also probably tell you that Valentine's Day was yesterday."
Dante's face paled and he couldn't think of anything better than sinking into the floor at the moment, until he felt the soft touch of lips on his own.
"It's the thought that counts, old man."