YEAH HANNAH.
THIS IS FOR YOU.
OMG. COHEED AND CAMBRIA.
He hates her.
He hates how sweet she smells in the morning, and how well she cooks Eggs Benedict. He hates the way her hair falls over her face sometimes and how she wears the prettiest dresses he's ever seen. He hats that smile she gives when she knows she's won, and he really hates how she cries out of empathy for her lost friend.
He hates it all so much.
She hates him.
She hates the way he comes back home after a long night of looking for his best friends and looks to her like she makes it all ok and she hates the way he kisses her on the top of her head and tells her it's going to be ok. She hates the way that all it takes for him to look his best is to wash his face (and sometimes his hair) in the morning and let it dry and she hates how he thinks about things too hard sometimes. She especially hates how he slouches around everyone else, but when he's around her he has great posture that it's almost silly.
It makes her want to die.
And maybe it's horrible, but he hates the way she helps people, too, as though it's her life's mission just to be out there, and to be doing good deeds. And it really irks her how he lurks in a corner when she's trying to include him into conversations with her friends.
The others don't understand the relationship at all – they fight and yell so much, and how it's so obvious when Aerith comes in and she's spent the morning crying over him. They say things that hurt each other ('it's a wonder,' Yuffie whispers to Leon, leaning over a particularly ominous pile of rubble, 'that Aerith could ever hurt anyone') and they are meant to hurt. On good days it's little things, like, 'Aerith, you dumbass, you're ponytail's all fucked up!' or 'God damn it, Riku, if I have to re-tie that tie one more time I think I am going to stab you!', but on bad days, it's worse. It's like, 'Jesus fucking Christ, Aerith, I swear, any day now, I am going to fucking leave you!' and 'I hope you fucking die, Riku. I hope you die alone, in the middle of fucking nowhere and no one finds your body until it gets eaten by a vulture or something and all that's left is you're skeleton and pieces of rotting flesh and everyone here is so grateful that you're finally gone!'
Still, she loves him.
She loves how he puts ice cubes in his tea because it's always too hot, and she loves the way he pushes his hair out of his face even though he knows it will just be there again. She loves how he yells at her, and how he apologizes afterwards. And she really loves how he looks at her like she's the only person in the room.
It astounds her how much shit she goes through, and how little she minds.
But, really, he loves her.
He loves the way she says his name and the way she holds him all the night. He loves how she kisses him like she still needs him (even though he thinks she really doesn't). He loves how her hands fit into his so perfectly, and he loves how she worries about people she's only met once before. And he really loves the way she knows how much he hates her, and loves him anyway.
And he couldn't live without her.
Yeah. Ok. Wtf.
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