mariken: bitter/sweet
Title: Bitter/sweet
Pairing: MariKen (Nakajima Kento x Marius Yo)
Genre: Fluff, humour
Rating: PG
Summary: Nakajima Kento hates coffee, and he will never, ever give in to Marius' attempts at making him liking it. Ever.
Dedicated to: Asuna, and everyone in the world who ships these two
Nakajima Kento doesn’t like coffee.
It tastes bitter and dark and it singes his tongue, even though he’s let it cool for over ten minutes. The black liquid has never once looked appealing to him as it swirls ominously in the ceramic mug Marius had bought him for his birthday. The steam that wafts from that black lava reaches his nose and burns to ashes his ability to smell, while forcing to mind painful memories of his father accidentally spilling coffee into his Honey Stars cereal when he was six. (Dad even had the gall to say it “tastes the same, don’t worry.” It didn’t.)
Nakajima Kento absolutely detests coffee, and no matter how many times Marius attempts to make him drink it, or even like it, he never will.
There are so many reasons why this horrible concoction should never have existed. He tells Marius this with a straight, serious face, but Marius has that damned little smirk on his lips and his eyebrow raised in amusement as he asks Kento to list them all.
And Kento agrees.
--
1. Coffee is black.
Marius laughs outright at the first reason Kento gives. “It’s black, so what?” he says through his stupid giggles, but Kento’s lips thins into a grim line as he patiently and wisely tells Marius how every single evil creature and object in the universe is associated with the colour black.
And Marius - who Kento would happily volunteer for the next sacrifice to the cannibals - points lazily to the black shirt Kento is wearing, as well as the black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and the black watch around his wrist, and his black haversack resting on the table, and the-
Marius goes on and on, but Kento only notices the black, dilated pupils in Marius’ eyes, which he finds so mesmerising, especially when combined with that quirk of his lips he calls a smile, and how those black pupils only dilate when they’re directed at him and him only, and he wonders if Marius ever knows that, but he hopes he doesn’t because you know what they say about dilated pupils (that they dilate because they see something they really like)-
“Fine!” Kento cries in defeat, shooting down Marius’ gleeful smile with his scornful stare.
--
2. It’s too sweet.
Marius opens his mouth to utter yet another ridiculous comeback, but Kento cuts in before he’s able to. “It’s either too bitter or too sweet.”
With a self-righteous harrumph and a fold of his arms across his chest, Kento intellectually drives his point home: “I’m more of a neutral, fair person.”
His eyebrow twitches as Marius first clamps his mouth with a hand, and then in three, two, one.. he lets out a barrage of giggles and stampedes his feet on the floor repeatedly. Kento feels his self-pride and dignity as a man drain from his body just as how coffee always ends up at the bottom of his toilet sink, but before he could snap at Marius to stop laughing,
the melodious giggles from the German boy reaches his ears, and he feels his lips threaten to break out into a smile. Each of his giggles, while they shoot a bullet into the Nakajima Kento Wall of Pride, fill him with such a pure feeling of joy and happiness that he suddenly finds himself not so angry anymore. Marius is usually a sneaky, dark and mischievous person, like bitter coffee; but his giggles are the sugar and creamer that makes the coffee less bitter, more sweet and much more bearable.
“Stop laughing,” Kento snaps, twisting his mouth into a deep frown as he flops back onto the couch sullenly.
--
3. Coffee doesn’t smell nice.
Marius points out that they are on the topic of coffee, not elephant dung. He opts to use words like ‘aroma’ or ‘fragrance’, but Kento stops him from going further by throwing a packet of tissue at the boy.
“It burns my nostrils.”
“They look fine to me.” Another packet is thrown, and Marius giggles.
Kento decides to retell the tale of the day the coffee ‘aroma’ was so strong that he felt his nose hairs turn to ash, but Marius throws the packets of tissue back at him and reminds the older boy that he’s heard this story plenty of times already.
But this time Kento knows that he is defeated, because every time he mentions the ‘aroma’ of coffee being detrimental to the health of him and his nose, his nagging subconscious reminds him that his body always responds positively to Marius’ coffee-like scent every time he’s near. Kento tells his subconscious to tuck itself far into the recesses of his mind and never resurface again, but his brain chips in and flashes Kento memories of him lapsing into a fantastical daydream whenever Marius the coffee addict stands a little too close, sits a little too near, speaks a little too right beside his mouth-
-and suddenly Kento doesn’t think that the aroma and fragrance of coffee smells so bad anymore.
“Give up?” Marius asks with a triumphant smirk, and Kento’s fingers ready themselves to grab the packet of tissue again. Then Marius’ smirk morphs into a simple smile, a happy grin, and Kento finds himself suddenly unwilling to throw the tissue back and argue.
“Fine,” he says with a defeated sigh, but there is a smile on his lips. “I give up.” He raises his hands in surrender, and Marius pumps his fist into the air with joy.
Kento laughs as he watches the younger boy dance around ridiculously, but his eyes widen in surprise when he sees the little ball of energy suddenly launch himself at him, and they both fall back onto the couch in pain.
“What was that for?” Kento groaned, pushing Marius off him, but the coffee addict merely grins unfazed and settles himself into his senior’s side.
“So you’ll drink coffee now?” Marius asks excitedly, handing him his thermos of hot espresso.
Kento looks at the thermos, then at Marius, and he starts to chuckle.
“Sure,” he says, and enjoys the look of pure happiness on his friend’s face. “But I prefer another type of coffee, though.”
He plucks the thermos from Marius’ hand and places it on the table. Marius blinks, confused and asks, “So what kind do you prefer, then?”
Kento hums a happy tune, before he locks gazes with Marius and answers, “This kind.”
And Kento pins Marius under him, looks him in the eyes and dives in for a kiss. Lips gently meld together as Marius starts to respond, and Kento finds himself surprisingly enjoying the exhilarating and delicious taste coffee brings into the kiss.
Maybe Nakajima Kento doesn’t mind coffee, after all.
Pairing: MariKen (Nakajima Kento x Marius Yo)
Genre: Fluff, humour
Rating: PG
Summary: Nakajima Kento hates coffee, and he will never, ever give in to Marius' attempts at making him liking it. Ever.
Dedicated to: Asuna, and everyone in the world who ships these two
Nakajima Kento doesn’t like coffee.
It tastes bitter and dark and it singes his tongue, even though he’s let it cool for over ten minutes. The black liquid has never once looked appealing to him as it swirls ominously in the ceramic mug Marius had bought him for his birthday. The steam that wafts from that black lava reaches his nose and burns to ashes his ability to smell, while forcing to mind painful memories of his father accidentally spilling coffee into his Honey Stars cereal when he was six. (Dad even had the gall to say it “tastes the same, don’t worry.” It didn’t.)
Nakajima Kento absolutely detests coffee, and no matter how many times Marius attempts to make him drink it, or even like it, he never will.
There are so many reasons why this horrible concoction should never have existed. He tells Marius this with a straight, serious face, but Marius has that damned little smirk on his lips and his eyebrow raised in amusement as he asks Kento to list them all.
And Kento agrees.
--
1. Coffee is black.
Marius laughs outright at the first reason Kento gives. “It’s black, so what?” he says through his stupid giggles, but Kento’s lips thins into a grim line as he patiently and wisely tells Marius how every single evil creature and object in the universe is associated with the colour black.
And Marius - who Kento would happily volunteer for the next sacrifice to the cannibals - points lazily to the black shirt Kento is wearing, as well as the black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and the black watch around his wrist, and his black haversack resting on the table, and the-
Marius goes on and on, but Kento only notices the black, dilated pupils in Marius’ eyes, which he finds so mesmerising, especially when combined with that quirk of his lips he calls a smile, and how those black pupils only dilate when they’re directed at him and him only, and he wonders if Marius ever knows that, but he hopes he doesn’t because you know what they say about dilated pupils (that they dilate because they see something they really like)-
“Fine!” Kento cries in defeat, shooting down Marius’ gleeful smile with his scornful stare.
--
2. It’s too sweet.
Marius opens his mouth to utter yet another ridiculous comeback, but Kento cuts in before he’s able to. “It’s either too bitter or too sweet.”
With a self-righteous harrumph and a fold of his arms across his chest, Kento intellectually drives his point home: “I’m more of a neutral, fair person.”
His eyebrow twitches as Marius first clamps his mouth with a hand, and then in three, two, one.. he lets out a barrage of giggles and stampedes his feet on the floor repeatedly. Kento feels his self-pride and dignity as a man drain from his body just as how coffee always ends up at the bottom of his toilet sink, but before he could snap at Marius to stop laughing,
the melodious giggles from the German boy reaches his ears, and he feels his lips threaten to break out into a smile. Each of his giggles, while they shoot a bullet into the Nakajima Kento Wall of Pride, fill him with such a pure feeling of joy and happiness that he suddenly finds himself not so angry anymore. Marius is usually a sneaky, dark and mischievous person, like bitter coffee; but his giggles are the sugar and creamer that makes the coffee less bitter, more sweet and much more bearable.
“Stop laughing,” Kento snaps, twisting his mouth into a deep frown as he flops back onto the couch sullenly.
--
3. Coffee doesn’t smell nice.
Marius points out that they are on the topic of coffee, not elephant dung. He opts to use words like ‘aroma’ or ‘fragrance’, but Kento stops him from going further by throwing a packet of tissue at the boy.
“It burns my nostrils.”
“They look fine to me.” Another packet is thrown, and Marius giggles.
Kento decides to retell the tale of the day the coffee ‘aroma’ was so strong that he felt his nose hairs turn to ash, but Marius throws the packets of tissue back at him and reminds the older boy that he’s heard this story plenty of times already.
But this time Kento knows that he is defeated, because every time he mentions the ‘aroma’ of coffee being detrimental to the health of him and his nose, his nagging subconscious reminds him that his body always responds positively to Marius’ coffee-like scent every time he’s near. Kento tells his subconscious to tuck itself far into the recesses of his mind and never resurface again, but his brain chips in and flashes Kento memories of him lapsing into a fantastical daydream whenever Marius the coffee addict stands a little too close, sits a little too near, speaks a little too right beside his mouth-
-and suddenly Kento doesn’t think that the aroma and fragrance of coffee smells so bad anymore.
“Give up?” Marius asks with a triumphant smirk, and Kento’s fingers ready themselves to grab the packet of tissue again. Then Marius’ smirk morphs into a simple smile, a happy grin, and Kento finds himself suddenly unwilling to throw the tissue back and argue.
“Fine,” he says with a defeated sigh, but there is a smile on his lips. “I give up.” He raises his hands in surrender, and Marius pumps his fist into the air with joy.
Kento laughs as he watches the younger boy dance around ridiculously, but his eyes widen in surprise when he sees the little ball of energy suddenly launch himself at him, and they both fall back onto the couch in pain.
“What was that for?” Kento groaned, pushing Marius off him, but the coffee addict merely grins unfazed and settles himself into his senior’s side.
“So you’ll drink coffee now?” Marius asks excitedly, handing him his thermos of hot espresso.
Kento looks at the thermos, then at Marius, and he starts to chuckle.
“Sure,” he says, and enjoys the look of pure happiness on his friend’s face. “But I prefer another type of coffee, though.”
He plucks the thermos from Marius’ hand and places it on the table. Marius blinks, confused and asks, “So what kind do you prefer, then?”
Kento hums a happy tune, before he locks gazes with Marius and answers, “This kind.”
And Kento pins Marius under him, looks him in the eyes and dives in for a kiss. Lips gently meld together as Marius starts to respond, and Kento finds himself surprisingly enjoying the exhilarating and delicious taste coffee brings into the kiss.
Maybe Nakajima Kento doesn’t mind coffee, after all.