The Kiss is Better than the Hershey
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Another Mariam x Ozuuma fic. I really like this pairing..so much to write about them. Anyhoo, the summary basically is Ozuuma giving Mariam some chocolates for no articular reason. Mariam, feeling guilty, has nothing to give to him..or does she?
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Ozuuma blushed awkwardly that morning, his hands always behing him, as if he were to cover something. When the blader had finally summed up all his courage to confront Mariam, Joseph told him that she left the hideout to buy food. Ozuuma grunted, slamming his fist into the wall and dropping the pink heart-shaped box onto the floor.
//Dammit! Why can't she just be there when I want her?//
The red and grey haired boy cursed underneath his breath, turning around and crashing into Mariam. She fell backwards onto the floor, flailing her arms uncontrollably and landing onto the bad of apples. Ozuuma helped her up, his hands casually grabbing onto the blue haired girl's wrists.
"I'm sorry..are you alright?"
"Yes Ozuuma, I am fine. Could you, somehow..let go of me now?"
Ozuuma's hands jerked back like a mouse, his eyes filling with a hurted expression. He walked over and picked up the box he had droped, handing it to Mariam without looking at her. He knew he caused enough trouble, and ran outside, leaving Mariam curiously shaking the box. Arriving at the clearing, he launched his Flash Leopard and began training with some pop cans.
//I bet she hates me now. Hates me for knocking her down. I bet she won't ever talk to me again.//
Back at the hideout, Mariam has opened the box already. The pretty pink wrapings drifted to the floor, glimmering in the sunlight. Removing the final layer of tissue paper, Mariam gasped at what she saw.
To Be Cont...chapter 2.
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Another Mariam x Ozuuma fic. I really like this pairing..so much to write about them. Anyhoo, the summary basically is Ozuuma giving Mariam some chocolates for no articular reason. Mariam, feeling guilty, has nothing to give to him..or does she?
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Ozuuma blushed awkwardly that morning, his hands always behing him, as if he were to cover something. When the blader had finally summed up all his courage to confront Mariam, Joseph told him that she left the hideout to buy food. Ozuuma grunted, slamming his fist into the wall and dropping the pink heart-shaped box onto the floor.
//Dammit! Why can't she just be there when I want her?//
The red and grey haired boy cursed underneath his breath, turning around and crashing into Mariam. She fell backwards onto the floor, flailing her arms uncontrollably and landing onto the bad of apples. Ozuuma helped her up, his hands casually grabbing onto the blue haired girl's wrists.
"I'm sorry..are you alright?"
"Yes Ozuuma, I am fine. Could you, somehow..let go of me now?"
Ozuuma's hands jerked back like a mouse, his eyes filling with a hurted expression. He walked over and picked up the box he had droped, handing it to Mariam without looking at her. He knew he caused enough trouble, and ran outside, leaving Mariam curiously shaking the box. Arriving at the clearing, he launched his Flash Leopard and began training with some pop cans.
//I bet she hates me now. Hates me for knocking her down. I bet she won't ever talk to me again.//
Back at the hideout, Mariam has opened the box already. The pretty pink wrapings drifted to the floor, glimmering in the sunlight. Removing the final layer of tissue paper, Mariam gasped at what she saw.
To Be Cont...chapter 2.