number— three
genre— romance
pairing— rima/nagihiko
rating— K+
word count— 1,213
summary— au. snapshots of him and her— of having the love of one, and being in love with another.
notes— ASDFGHJKLLLL HAPPY BIRTHDAY HALLIE-CHAN ASDFGHJKLL I LOVE YOU;;;;;;;;;;;; /tackles/glomps/actscreepy
omg this is on time right RIGHT... THIS IS ON TIME;;;;;;;;;

(dating some sweetheart—)
(she lives next door to somebody—)
(a few things happen—)
(fml.)

Their love story started off sweetly. They were high school sweethearts, him falling in love at first sight, and she…

They dated through high school.

They're in college, they don't live together, but he calls her everyday to tell her he loves her. Everyday, he gives her presents. He showers her with unconditional love, holds her close, gives her comfort, and gives her his all. He loves her.

(—and she… she "liked" him.)

(he's sweet—)
(she wants to kick him in the—)

Their story started off with spilled coffee three degree burns, and a hammer going flying out a window.

He's a douchebag.

He's an idiot.

He's such a, a…

He apologizes like a dork, on his hands and knees. He's really sweet for about five minutes after he does something stupid, and then he goes back to his usual self. He's actually a genius. He hates Tylenol, he likes short people, he likes basketball, he can't draw for his life, he's sarcastic, he has the sense of humor of a sixty year-old, he makes fun of her on a daily basis, and he loves—

(— and she… she…)

au | au | au
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[003. nothing to everything]
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(what—)

"— you're beyond bad at cooking. I didn't think it was possible, but…"

"Shut up."

"I think you burned water. Isn't that impossible?"

"Shut up."

"Are these eggs, or did you mix it up with the charcoal?"

"I will kick you so hard—"

"Did you say you made hashbrowns…? Oh, I think they're these weird wrinkly things on the side…"

"— in five seconds—"

"Even the bacon is shriveled up. You sucked all the fat out of it just by cooking it. I mean, honestly, that's just—"

(She kicked, he groaned, he fell, she smirked.)

(made—)

She flinched and jumped as thunder crackled overhead. She felt her heart beat erratically, and she clenched her fists tightly.

She wasn't scared—

(It struck again.)

— it was the fact that she was alone, it was dark, and—

(Louder.)

She trembled and closed her eyes. She was fine. She was fine. She was fine.

(Even louder.)

She didn't hear the door click open; she didn't notice him as he silently thanked the maid outside the door; she didn't do anything as he walked inside; she clutched her knees to herself as tightly as she could as he sat down beside her.

"What should I do?" he whispered to her.

"— stay," she said quietly. He took her hand. He held it.

— he stayed with her the whole night.

(her fall—)

She was tired, exhausted, pissed, coffee deprived, it was six-o'clock in the morning, it was right after a thunderstorm, her hair was a mess, her face was a mess, she was humiliated, she felt like hitting the next living thing available—

He stared at her, tilting his head.

She buried her face in her knees tiredly.

"What."

He shrugged, grinning faintly.

"You're really pretty."

(in love—)

"— I can't believe we have to clean their bathroom—"

He swiped his rag against the porcelain surface swiftly. "You ran over the manager's kid's bike," he pointed out wryly.

She scowled. "He was asking for it— he practically dumped the stuff all over me. I still smell like egg noodles," she hissed.

He chuckled; she threw her rag at him— she missed.

"You should work on your aim," he remarked as he took the hose and sprayed the tub again. "It's as shoddy as ever."

She kicked his ankle. "Oh, shut up—"

Her eyes widened as he fell towards her, and the hose went flying. The water sprayed everywhere, and they were soaked, it was a mess, they were a tangle of limbs and legs, the bath was even worse than before—

—their faces were just inches apart.

(with him—?)

"You have a boyfriend?" he said in surprise.

She paused. "Yeah," she said. "We've been dating for a few years."

"O-oh."

"He lives in Hokkaido usually, so our relationship has been 'on hold'," she continued quietly, "so…"

"Do you love him?"

She looked at him. He was steady, he was firm, and he was staring at her.

"Y-yes," she said. She trembled, slightly.

He didn't notice.

He smiled at her. "Then you will definitely be happy with him."

He clenched his fists tightly.

She didn't notice.

(nothing—)

She stared dully out the window of the restaurant. She didn't notice her boyfriend's nervous pulling of his suit, his over-gelled hair, his sweaty palms, his very strong cologne…

All of a sudden he kicked back his chair— it screeched loudly— and he's bright red, but she could still see that flash of determination in his eyes.

She arched an eyebrow. "What are you doing—?"

He jerkily walked over to her and planted a kiss on her lips shyly. It was devoid of anything— zip, nada, nothing. She forced a smile at him. He was an even brighter red as he back away from her. She watched him curiously.

He got down on one knee. Her eyes widened. "W-wha…"

He pulled out a velvet box.

"W-wait…" she breathed.

All she could think of was his face—

He snapped it open.

—with his long violet hair, ocher eyes, and that smile that taunted her to no end—

He started talking.

—stupid, idiotic, a genius, a douchebag, obtuse, dense, oblivious—

"Will you…"

—a dork, sarcastic, loyal, always there, always there—

"… marry me?"

She stared at the box. "I, I… um…"

(—to everything)

She slammed open his door.

He put down his book, slipped his glasses off, and stared at her with wide eyes.

She was panting, her heels were practically thrown off her feet, her hair was wind-blown and messy and everywhere, she looked exhausted—

He could only stare.

"Rima, I thought you were on a date—?"

She walked up to him. He got off the sofa and backed up slightly.

"He proposed to me."

He clenched his fists tightly. "I see. Congratulations." He smiled at her.

She walked closer to him as he stared off to the side, running his fingers through his hair. She watched him carefully.

"What do you think my answer was?"

He frowned. "Uh… yes?"

She took another step closer to him. "What do you think my answer was?" she repeated.

He looked at her, confused. "… yes?"

She kicked him in the shin as hard as she could; he winced. "— what was that for—?"

"I said no," she shot at him.

He froze. "W-what—?"

"I'm not engaged to him." She took a step forward.

"I'm not going to marry him." Another step.

"… we're not dating anymore." She took her last step.

He looked at her and swallowed. "O-okay."

She yanked on the collar of his shirt until they were but inches apart. "Do something," she breathed.

A flicker of a smile lingered around the edges of his lips.

He closed the distance.

Their lips met.

—and, for once in her life, it was everything.

a/n: I UPDATE SO PRO-LIKE NO JOKE GUYS. Just kidding. ADSFGHJKLLLLLL THIS ONESHOT/WAS/FRUSTRATING. I had so many ideas. I swear, I started writing like six oneshots lolol /cries. ;u;

(I/DIDN'T/KNOW/WHAT/TO/WRITE/FOR/YOU/HALLIE-CHAN.) /sobs

I've been reading so much shoujo-y stuff lately FLUFF BUTTON ON— I'm sorry I'm really easily influenced by everything omg.

ASDFGHJKLL I'M SORRY ARE YOU GUYS BLIND BY NOW;; A-AHH, happy birthday Hallie-tan! ILOVEYOUANDYOURWRITINGIT'SSOAMAZING. Thanks for putting up with my long, long, longlonglonggggg PMs and for not abandoning me yet. \;A;/ ILOVEYOU! /hearts

My style of writing is so inconsistent. orz orz;; I'm sorry I can't write/properly/right/now.

HAPPYBIRTHDAYHALLIE-CHANNNN! This should be on time;;;;;; RIGHT... ;u;

U-umm, I hope this was okay asdfghjklll. 8'D

—Blueyyy-sannn