Title: hidden spots
Character(s): Yamamoto Takeshi/Miura Haru
Word count: 456
Rating: K+
Spoilers: This belongs with prompt 51, above, and it makes kind of more sense when you've read both :)
Prompt: 52—below
A/N: Actually, this could have been a proposal.
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Yamamoto Takeshi wasn't one for planning. Most of the time, he didn't need any plans. To the dismay of his adversaries (and sometimes for Gokudera Hayato), he was rather gifted at coming up with plans, and so, the strategies he made up in his mind in the in-between of two sword strokes or two smiles was enough to keep him healthy and alive—in the majority of cases, that is.
Not proposing to Haru though, Yamamoto realised, was a lot harder than any Mafia business.
.
How could he delay the inevitable for another day, week, month—year? How could he look at her when she smiled at him in her peach red bridesmaid's dress and asked him to dance with her? How could he view the jewellery displays and not buy her an engagement ring?
How could he look at her hands and stand the bareness of them?
He still did it, though—because Haru would always come first, Haru and her safety and her life.
Eventually, you have to propose to me, you know?
He loved her so much.
"Ne, Takeshi-kun, why are you sitting there all gloomy?" Haru's head appeared in the doorway. He tried to put her off with a smile but, even to himself, it felt half-hearted and unconvincing. Haru frowned a little in response and entered the room. She made a funny sound when she sat down next to him on their bed and leaned her head against his shoulder.
"Loving you could never hurt me, Takeshi-kun," she said after a while, quietly. He wanted to object, to yell at her because she didn't seem to realise the danger she was in, each and every day, just because he was selfish and let her—and he wanted to kiss her and thank her because he knew she would never let him go.
She moved away a little to look at him more closely. Then she kissed him with soft lips and said: "I changed my mind. We don't need to marry if you don't want to."
He sighed and breathed out in relief and defeat. "You know I want to."
"Yes," she breathed. "I do."
"I'm sorry, Haru."
"I love you more than I love the idea of being married, Takeshi-kun." She grinned. "But still, someday … when Tsuna-san's Tenth Generation of Vongola has made the Mafia world a safer place to be … I'd like to be call you my husband—and be called your wife. Is that okay?"
He believed in her vision of future.
(One day, he'd go down on one knee and ask her.)
And so he kissed her and didn't let go of her and answered her question in everything but the words. Haru nodded, smiling, and pressed herself even closer to him.
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