Good Golly Gosh
Hajime had picked out the movie this time. He had chosen some sort of spy movie from abroad – The Man From U.N.C.L.E or something, Hitoka wasn't certain. She had been told it was a rom-com with spy elements. Hitoka trusts that Hajime isn't lying to her about that but so far, there had been a fair few car chases and they weren't even ten minutes. She knew some English but nowhere near as much as Hajime so subtitles were most definitely one. Especially since Hajime was absolutely certain that the Japanese dubbed version sucked. Hitoka would take his word on it. But also, thus far, nothing sounded like English. German… perhaps?
What had she gotten herself into?
Oh, it didn't matter.
Yes, mostly because these two were very close on the couch and Iwaizumi had her under his very muscular arms. He was heavy but it felt great. Snuggling was a lot of fun and Hitoka really hopes this movie lightens up sometime soon because she did not like where this was going at all.
Hitoka buried her face in her hands and leaned further onto Hajime's chest.
'You okay, Yacchan?' he asked.
'It's a little scary.' She admitted in a tiny voice.
'Give it a chance. I ended up liking Hana Yori Dango, I think you'll like this one. There's a really cute scene when the female protagonist – Gaby – tries on clothes and stuff. She's a total badass; you'll love her. It's bit of a slow start but it really heats up when it hits the Cold War but you probably won't like the scene where they have a super plot heavy conversation whilst, uh, using the urinals.'
Hajime had some interesting passions in life: volleyball, fitness, spy movies, and Godzilla. And when he talked about any of them, his eyes light up but – more importantly – he starts talking with hands as well and when he does that, he inadvertently flexes those gorgeous muscles that Hitoka likes to take chaste peeks at.
'I believe you.' Hitoka murmured and the scene had definitely calmed down ever since they entered that quiet street… and never mind, cars are not supposed to move through quiet streets like that.
So, she decided to distract herself until the plot gears up into her sort of preferred rom-com territory. She decided to clutch onto Hajime's luscious bicep and cuddle against him. She was still a bit scared. Out of control traffic – especially said traffic in spy movies – could be utterly petrifying but having her big, buff boyfriend made things a little less scary.