Disclaimer: I do not own Nisekoi or the song (which song, you might ask? Look at le title of the chapter. If you dont know it then I highly suggest you do coz its bomb.)


7:34 am flashed on an analogue clock he had on his desk that stood tiny compared the ridiculous stack of thesis papers and a picture frame that housed a particular photo booth strip taken back from when he was high school. Correction, when they were in high school.

One in particular was the largest and stood out the most amongst the smaller ones scattered around it.

His chin laid atop her head with his arms surrounding her small frame. He remembered how reluctant and weird he felt when they took this. Both their faces looked stiff and confused but despite how painfully awkward it looked, it was one of his favourite pictures of them. Maybe because it was taken the day he finally had fallen for the blonde demon. Or maybe the small pictures around it; the weird, incredibly stupid funny faces they made along with a few other wacky posed ones just reminded him of how much fun they had that day.

How beautiful she was when he first realized.

"Where am I and why is a perverted beansprout staring at me while I'm asleep?"

Speaking of beautiful.

Her hair was absolutely wild. Like a pink and blonde rat's nest. Cloudy blue eyes still drowsy and thick with sleep. So early in the morning yet a witty insult was still the first thing coming out of her pretty little morning breath ridden mouth.

"That's not what you were calling me last night when I-" Chitoge gets up, the sheets falling from her form to reveal her in nothing but her underwear and his shirt from last night that barely skimmed her mid-thighs.

"Leaving!" He pulls her back down to the bed, pinning her down. Her eyes travelled down his bare chest then quickly back up to his grinning face.

"Not even a good morning kiss?" Raku asked, slowly drawing closer to her.

"Not with morning breath I'm not."

"Like I care."

"I wasn't talking about me." She winks. He shrugs, unfazed.

"Then suffer." They laugh together while they exchanged innocent kisses that soon grew into something more passionate and something more on the lines of last night's events. Chitoge broke away, severing the deliciously heated contact effectively before it got too serious, much to the yakuza's dismay.

"Breakfast, please."

"Do you think about anything else other than food?"

"No, not really."

"Am I just a talking beansprout in your mind then?"

"Yes. A cute talking beansprout."

"Just cute?"

"You're an Adonis with pins! Now may I please have breakfast, darling?" Raku laughed, reluctantly getting up from their enticingly intimate position and off the bed to search for his slippers.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Love you!"

"Shut up." He chuckles, not bothering to ask her for his shirt back and made his way to the bathroom.


Upon reaching for his toothbrush, he notices a smaller, pink one beside it. Raku laughs and shakes his head. She was slowly moving into his little studio apartment ( Not really small, given that his old man splurged a bit to give him a pretty decent sized unit because he just had so many friends over all the time.) and to be honest, he didn't mind it one bit.

It started with a pair of ripped, soaking wet stockings and a rainy day then soon grew into a few shirts and gym shorts to a whole drawer of her cloths in his dresser. Now her toothbrush. What next, he thinks.

He smiled at the thought of her moving in with him. Safe to assume that it would be incredibly disastrous. If her previous bedroom was an indicator, then for sure there would be messy floors, probably a sock or two just hanging out in the open. Make up bags and other girly things taking up half the counter space of the sink (Not that she needed make up or all that other stuff, in his opinion.) Maybe even a few fights here and there, both serious and silly ones.

And if this morning was an indicator…then all the other crazy complications and messes just seemed to fade into the background, leaving him with a sleeping Chitoge in his arms and a goofy smile on his face.

Quickly grabbing his toothbrush, he hurriedly brushed his teeth. He couldn't keep the goril-princess waiting for her food, now could he?


"Here you are, your highness. Breakfast. It isn't cooked by 6 star chef in some fancy kitchen though. Thought I'd warn you." He said as he placed the plate of food in front of her before sitting down across from the hungry blonde. She had fixed her hair up into a messy bunch on top of her head secured by her infamous red ribbon.

"Please, darling. Do not act so modest. You're cooking is way better than the guys back home. Don't tell them that though, they might just jump off a bridge." She sat down, brushing back the hem of her (his) shirt like she would to a dress before sitting down. Raku bowed like one of her many devoted beehive disciples.

"Only for you, oujo-sama." He mocked.

"Stop, no. You sound like Claude." He made a face before exclaiming.

"Gross, he actually says stuff like that?" Chitoge rolled her eyes, lifting the chopsticks to her mouth before biting into the long awaited food her stomach has been longing for since she woke up. Her eyes went wide with satisfaction before closing them, savouring the incredible mouthful.

"My God, marry me!" She said, eyes still lidded in content and cheeks still full. She almost didn't want to swallow it, since it tasted so unbelievably amazing. Almost.

"I'm glad you want to marry me for the right reasons."

"I was talking to the food." Chitoge then proceeded pepper small kisses on her food stacked chopsticks all while Raku stared at her, half laughing and half slightly jealous of that lucky piece of bacon that received her affection.

"Really? What does that plate have that I don't?"

"For starters, it's better at kissing." She looked at him, challenging him almost. He slowly got up and made his way towards her. Determination practically dripping from his grinning features.

"Oh I'll show you kissing.

"Please do." Raku leaned, painfully slow. Inches turning into centimetres to millimetres. Her lips puckered slightly, awaiting the familiar, fluttery warmth to erupt from her chest. A feeling she always experiences whenever they're lips meet. Something she thinks she will never get tired off.

A second passes.

Then two.

Then five.

What the hell.

The confused heiress cracks and eye open, only to see an annoyingly smug beansprout boy who seemed to be a fucking meter away from her puckered up self. Chitoge felt her eyebrows start to furrow and soon found herself scowling at him.

"Hey!"

"Oh, kiss your fiancé." He retorted, teasing her further.

A few pieces of toast, tiny grains of rice and an joking insult about her manners being thrown at each other soon stemmed into a full on food fight that then resulted to the two, now situated on the floor, food both in and on their cloths and faces and hair, engaging in sweet, silly intimacy.

He could get used to mornings like this.


AN: Raku got reaaal sweet on this one, wouldn't you agree? Hehehe. So, Im baaaaack and I missed writing, wow. Didn't think I was gonna survive the week without my laptop. Anywhooo, I have 2 more fics ready and in need of polishing, soon to come so do wait for those in the near future, thenku. OH I FORGOT, this whole this was inspired by the song TOOTHBRUSH by DNCE. 'Mazing song, 'mazing band, 'mazing Joe, 'mazing fic? I dunno hahaha. Did i get the song through? or was it just a vague little idea in the background of the plot? Review if you wanna, suggestions are very much welcome and I do hope you enjoyed this. Till the next one! :))