More fluff for your soul. C: OkuRei is such an underrated ship, but they're one of my particular favorites!
Disclaimer: I do not own Jojo's Bizarre Adventure; it rightfully belongs to Hirohiko Araki.
Of Strawberries & Cream
Okuyasu's heart melted at the sight of her.
Of all of the men in the world, Reimi chose him. Him. Okuyasu Nijimura. The bumbling, loud and stupid buffoon. One of the kind that people seemed to avoid. In yet, she… didn't. Sometimes he wondered if this whole thing was actually a dream; that eventually, he'd wake up and remain alone for the rest of his life. He pinched himself out of habit from time to time, but to his unimaginable excitement, his fluffy little daydream turned out to be a romantic reality.
She wore a large ball gown that consisted ruffled tiers of pastel pink and snow white colors with matching ribbons. Her short bubblegum hair bounced in fancy ringlets, gently slapping across her skin with every step. Her lips glowed underneath the hanging chandelier, their color shimmering with a faint shade of rose.
As soon as she had set Okuyasu in her sights, the dim sparkle in Reimi's eyes brightened.
"Okuyasu!" she cried. "My, my! Don't you look handsome…"
He gulped. She was so… so—
"Reimi," he said ever so softly. He was still in the process of finding his voice. "You… you look…"
She raced to him. Ribbons whipped behind her.
Okuyasu immediately held up one hand. "Stay where you are," he commanded. "I… I'll come to you."
Reimi halted, blinking. Confused, she asked, "What difference does it make?"
Okuyasu scratched the side of his neck. Slowly, he crossed the hotel lobby in short strides, fearing that she would disappear in an instant if he were to be too hasty. Reimi's grin broadened as he came forth. She twirled the skirt like a princess.
"What do you think?" she questioned. "I know it may be a bit too much, but Trish insisted. Yasuho, too." She nibbled her bottom lip. "Although, I hope I don't take too much of Ayana's spotlight, it is her wedding after all."
"Honestly? You look like a life-sized strawberries and cream cupcake…"
Her cheeks became adorably plump, as if she was ready to pout to the ceiling and beyond. Her beautiful smile was now an unreadable, squiggly line. The corners of her candy eyes pricked with tears.
Reimi exploded with laughter. Her boyfriend unleashed a high-pitched screech that could have easily sent him packing and on a flight back to Japan.
"Oh, my God." Blood rushed to his face as the realization kicked into gear. "I said that out loud, didn't I?"
"You sure did!" said Reimi. She clapped her hands and began hopping up and down like a little girl. "Oku! That was the best compliment I've ever received! Thank you~!"
Courage swelled in the man's heart as he held her in his arms. He brushed a sloppy kiss upon her cheek, causing his date to blush.
"You're the best slice of cake." His whisper was raspy against her ear.
Reimi gave him a light swat, slightly embarrassed by his tone.
"Come on, save room for the wedding cake," she teased.
Okuyasu grinned. He tilted her chin upward to meet her eyes. Reimi's eyelashes swished so cartoonishly cute that he had to resist himself from swooning.
"Why would I want to do that?" he inquired. "When you're the yummiest cake I've ever tasted. I could eat you up!"
She answered him with a kiss, taking him completely off-guard.
A devilish smirk spread across Reimi's face once she pulled away.
"Not if I eat you first."
Okuyasu could practically smell the fantasized smoke that puffed from his ears, followed by the sound of a screaming kettle. He thought of sharing another flirtatious comment, but decided against it at the last minute. She would only shoot him down further with Cupid's Arrow.
Reimi lay her head on Okuyasu's chest, playing with his blue necktie.
She gave a quiet, polite laugh, her eyes closed. This puzzled him.
"What's so funny?" he demanded.
"Nothing," snorted Reimi. "I'll do my best not to give you a tummy ache, okay?"
Okuyasu squeezed her tight. He rocked her back and forth before he lay a kiss on the back of her head. The scent of her new shampoo was terribly intoxicating, too much for his nostrils to bear.
"You're the sweetest."