Please. I need someone to talk to.
Someone that I can fangirl with QAQ
I have no one that I know of in real life that plays MM and I don’t know who can I fangirl with… Orz
Huehuehue~
You are giving me so much ideas now >:)
I was wondering what reaction will Seven have if his S/O just took his spectacle and wore it ?
Seven’s breathing evens out and you look down
from your book to see that his phone is slack in his hand, his head resting in
your lap. His glasses are askew on his face, so you gently pull them off his
ears and twist to set them on the table beside the couch.
Except…
hmm. A devious idea comes to your mind and instead of setting Seven’s glasses
down, you put them on. It takes your eyes a moment to get accustomed to the
prescription. Things in the distance are hard to see, but nearby objects are
relatively the same. You pick up your book again in one hand and use the other
to gently stroke Seven’s hair, deciding to wait until he wakes up.
Seven’s
face shifts against your leg and he breathes in deeply. You rub his shoulder
and bend down to kiss the top of his head. “Morning, sleepyhead,” you say.
Seven
mumbles something incomprehensible and raises his hands to his face to rub his
eyes. Suddenly, he freezes. He reaches his hand over his head and pats at the
cushion beside you, then sits up slightly to look at the floor. “Where…?” he
says, then looks at you.
You try to keep a straight face, you really
do, but seeing Seven’s look of sleepy confusion is too much. You smile
sheepishly at him as he studies your face, squints, and then grins widely.
“Woah~ Is
this gap moe?” he teases. “My one true love is wearing glasses!” He leans in to
kiss you, but perhaps because you’re the one wearing his glasses his lips land
on your chin instead. “Whoops~” he says, and you both
giggle. You cup his face in your hand and guide his lips to yours. He’s still
smiling the whole time and you pull away a little to look at him. His cheeks
seem a bit pink.
“What’s
up?” you ask.
“You’re
so cute!” he says. “I might have to get you to wear my glasses more often…”
“Can
you even see if I look cute?” you tease.
“Of
course!” Seven pouts. “…but it might be best to get a different pair of glasses
for you…”
…saw the opportunity and took it, thanks for the inspiration, @falvn-n!
“Remember this?” Tatsuro asked as he pulled out a wrapped paper bundle and placed it on the table in front of you while you read from a book at the LRN.
You placed the book aside, and unfolded the paper to discover a withered and crudely made flower crown.
A gasp escapes your lips. “It’s the murasaki flower crown you made me when we were kids.”
“Yeah.” A tender look appears in Tatsuro’s brown eyes. “You were sad because you were sick, and you couldn’t go to the festival and wear your new yukata.”
“So you made me a flower crown of my favorite color and stayed with me instead of going.” You finished with a giggle. “I can’t believe you kept it after all these years.”
“Of course I did.” He looked up into your eyes and smiled shyly. “That was the day I promised myself to always take care of you and today, I promise you I always will.”