Summary: Things that happened as they sat together on an old couch in a cozy, rainy afternoon. Some are just really fluffy. Akira x Tokito, AU, oneshot
Couch Talk
She came just to have a good time after a really tiring exam, and I happily greeted her and let her enter my small apartment. I got rid of all those textbooks on top of my coffee table, and they were quickly replaced by cans of beer (since I'm not fond of alcoholic drinks, they were also some cans of ginger ale) and some choc-chip cookies. The small TV played this really boring talk show, but we don't pay attention to it anymore anyway. Instead we just sit on this old couch, facing each other and talk (her toes tickled as it accidentally met mine). And outside, the rain fell. Really hard, that I could almost notice nothing but these shades of gray color and the scenes of the leaves of the tree beating the window.
For a while, we just talk about all those unimportant things (mangas, food, Hotaru got expelled from college… wait, that is important!). Then our conversation got hotter as we talk about the American election, Hotaru finally got expelled, and why she thinks it is actually justifiable for a government to control the freedom of speech of its people ("Sometimes you just have to keep them quiet in order to maintain stability"). Then she ran out of breath and got tired, and I let her laid her head on my shoulder. Things became really quiet, with nothing but the sound of the drizzle of the rain. But suddenly, she moved her head to my neck, and starting to sniff it.
"Tokito…," I groaned, grasping her arms. It felt a bit weird to have your neck being sniffed like that.
She giggled. "I love the scents of your aftershave."
"Oh, you like it? It's lemon fresh. You know, just like the floor."
She laughed hysterically, tapping the couch's surface loudly. "So you're face's just like the floor!"
"Duh. And you actually enjoy sniffing the floor," I grunted, giving the most cynical look I could possibly managed.
Her laughter grew even harder, and she started to hit me with a pillow. My kendo-practicing hands quickly protected my head from its attack, and I managed to take the thing away from her ("No! You…"). Then I moved myself closer, grab her hands, and gave her a nice kiss on her lips.
"So, what do you think? Do I taste as good as I smell?"