heartbreak on your face
VII; Wires - Athlete
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"What do you think?" She asks with a grin, her ears somehow able to waggle her large sunglasses. "Do they suit me?"
"Hmm, give me a moment." Izuru teases, well aware of her whimsical shopping habits, and how she likes to pick and choose, before suddenly dropping them; showing off to him because it's amusing.
If he waits a second longer, she'll lose interest and select another. Because they shine. Because they're blue. Because they're circular. Minute details that he doesn't quite understand why it matters, since they suit her, anyway.
"Forget it then." Momo huffs, cheeks puffed out, indicating her frustration. Putting the sunglasses away, she finds another one that takes her fancy for the moment. "If it's not an instant yes, then it's an instant no."
"And… what if I was simply blown away and couldn't say a thing?"
"But you did say something."
"Yes, but… what if I was simply trying to buy more time to admire you?"
"Maybe." Momo concedes, nodding. But she's not going to let this banter go, just yet, judging by the twinkle in her eyes that refuses to be quenched. Particularly since she's in a playful mood today, even more chipper than usual. "But then, I know you too well. I'd know the second you'd be blown away."
"… I'm still paying, aren't I?"
"You are my boyfriend, Izuru." Violet eyes grow big, successfully pulling off her 'puppy eyes' that both of them know that he can never refuse.
"Okay, just this once." He mumbles, giving in.
"Yay!"
"And because you're my girlfriend."
She grins impishly, something which he adores, and kisses his cheek, close enough to touch the corner of his mouth. She loves it when he says that word, euphoria lighting her face into a pretty pink blush.
"Best boyfriend ever."
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Twisting daisy stalks until they break, Hinamori lies on her back, utterly oblivious to the grass stains that will no doubt ruin her clothes.
Smiling to himself, Izuru watches her.
Clouds scatter, and yet he has the feeling that they tease him, about to taint the skies with the notion of rain.
And yet, it honestly doesn't matter.
It's just him and her in their favourite park, spending time together. Dating.
Momo's hair is unkempt, let loose and windswept. Yet it does nothing to reduce her beauty. Instead, there's a rustic nostalgia that compliments her flushed pallor.
Right there, it happens.
All because of her absentminded smile, that dances on the corners of her lips.
"I love you."
It both surprises him and doesn't surprise him, because he thinks he's always known it to be true, but never admitted it before.
Until now.
Today.
"What?" Dazed, she blinks quickly, uncertain of what she just heard. Her eyes snap to his, and she forgets the flowers that lie in her, and consequently slip to the ground as she sits up. "Say that again."
"I love you." He says, and he feels so much lighter. Like everything is lightening, and saying it frees him. "You. Only you. There's no one else that makes me feel this way. I love you, Momo. I love—"
And she kisses him, lips cutting him off.
"I love you too." Whispering against his mouth, just as she pulls away, her forehead rests on his. "Always. I'll love you for ever and ever."
He means it.
She means it.
Chastely, he kisses her, and cherishes the way she smiles. And he smiles back, because she's adorable and he loves her.
Happiness.
They found it.
"Best girlfriend ever."