Hello again. This is a one-shot I thought of writing, cuz why not use the creative juices I have left for the day?
Warning: Major fluff and OOC
I keep telling myself that I don't miss him.
But I do. A lot.
I keep telling myself that if I willed away the picture of him inside my head, it'd go away.
But it didn't. At all.
I keep telling myself that I can get through my job without losing my head.
But I can't. A tragedy, I tell you.
I'm always used to taking things head on, alone, to get my family through our debt. I'm used to facing the consequences, alone, to make sure my mom and sister don't suffer.
I'm used to doing things my way, alone, depending on myself for everything.
So when he walked into my life, all of the things I 'was used to' flew out the window.
Now, I got used to being flustered almost all the time, blushing until I could rival a ripe tomato, and caring about someone far more deeply than anyone else.
More than the girls I defend from the vile clutches of boys.
More than my friends.
Probably even more than my mom and sister.
Which is terrifyingly astounding in and of itself, since I never used to care for the opposite gender.
But now I do.
Because I have someone, who'll take care of me, look out for me, irritate me, make me laugh, cry, blush to the roots of my hair, …and will love me to the end of my days. Maybe even beyond that. But the fact is, is that I would do the very same things, down to the last letter, for him, because it's just…natural.
That's how my love is for him.
The doorbell rang. She got up from the couch, where she had been sitting slouched, watching a movie, today being her day-off from work.
She dragged her feet across the cold, tiled floor, the quiet disturbed by the occasional yawn and the rustling of cloth as she adjusted the sleeve of her over-sized shirt on her shoulders.
"Misaki?"
The result of hearing that voice brought instant effects; her drooping eyelids shot open, her slouched straightened up till it was like a stiff iron rod, and her fogged up brain was pounding with a flurry of questions hurtling through her mind at a thousand km/h.
"Takumi?"
His Cheshire grin was priceless. And it was all she could see before she was enveloped in a warm, warm hug.
Only to be interrupted by her ginormous pride.
She tried pushing him off her, only to avoid eye contact with the one pair of eyes she'd wanted to see so desperately.
"Wait….why are you here right now?"
He grinned once again, seeing her trying, in vain, to fight off the blush that was climbing up her neck to her cheeks. Oh, how he missed her.
"To see Misa-chan, of course."
He watched her stare at him with an are-you-seriously-dumb look, to morph into one of irritation; but still paired with the blush.
But all she muttered was, "Stupid perverted alien."
And then he was feeling her soothing lips on his, and he was glad that he had canceled his meetings today. And for the rest of the week.
Because he knew it was all worth it in the end.
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