(If you're American) Happy Thanksgiving! And enjoy!
It was a typical Friday night for the gang. Well, okay, except for the fact that everyone else was busy, leaving just Tadashi and Honey Lemon to carry on the Friday-night-movie tradition.
After a long six months after the "Callaghan Incident", the two aforementioned were finally comfortable with each other. This meant that yes, they were cuddled sleepily on the couch together as the remake of the old movie Elf played on the screen. Honey Lemon sat mostly in Tadashi's lap, letting her long legs stretch out over the rest of the couch.
This arrangement was completely fine with Tadashi, of course. Yes, sometimes he still had the impulse to try to cover up his burns if his shirt rode up, but he was slowly becoming okay with it. Honey hadn't spoken negatively about it once, and she wouldn't now. He could trust her more than anyone. This lead him to have his sleeves rolled up.
Yes, they were seated quite comfortably indeed. But there was something in the air that wasn't quite comfortable.
In the past month or so, there had been a few stolen kisses here and there, but what did they mean? Were they to assume that they were…"official"? Whatever that meant, anyway. This question ran through both of their minds, but like always, neither was too afraid to bring something like that up. It was an unspoken line that they could not cross.
Honey Lemon unknowingly sighed as these thoughts came to mind. This, of course, caught Tadashi's attention.
"What's on your mind?" He murmured, taking his eyes off the screen and moving them down to look at the top of her head, which laid against his shoulder.
She sighed again. "Just…thinking, I guess," she mumbled back. After a bout of silence, she continued. "You know, about us. And it feels weird that I have to ask this, but what are we? Maybe it's because I'm a scientist and I want the specifics," she rambled, "but I really would like to know."
Tadashi hummed at this. He figured this would happen eventually. And he'd mentally prepared for it, yes. But now that the time came, he wasn't sure what to say.
"We…we're together," he said slowly. "And that can mean a lot of different things, but I think in our case…it's a bit difficult," Tadashi finished.
"I asked for a clear answer, not a riddle," she grumbled, slightly annoyed. She was still trying to heal, too.
He cleared his throat nervously. "Well, um, it depends on two things, really. And those are you and I. And the level of what we are depends on our separate feelings for each other," he said, face reddening. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. "So…in my case, I love you," he admitted shyly, trying to avoid looking into her wide eyes. "But what we are depends on if you feel the same way about me."
Honey Lemon's eyes softened as she took in how bashful he looked. He hadn't looked that way in six months. He used to stutter and blush and look shy around her all the time before the fire.
She reached up and kissed him softly. "Of course I love you, Tadashi," she murmured against his lips. "I've loved you for a very long time."
Tadashi let out a sigh of relief, opening his eyes to take in the sight of beautiful girl that loved him. Her eyes shined with complete adoration and love, something he'd noticed before, but couldn't name. She'd looked at him like that in the hospital after the fire, too, he realized.
He leaned down and kissed her again, slowly and tenderly. "Thank you," he whispered back, heart breaking.