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Woah, unexpected return into HachiKuro land. I was rewatching ep 3 from HachiKuro 2 for some unknown reason again, and fell in love with the Nomiya/Yamada pairing all over again. Well, in truth, I fell in love with Nomiya all over again XDXDXD The unicorns still make me laugh!! So, not quite my best effort, but it's been a while...
-----------------------------------------You tell yourself that you’ll be patient and you’ll wait. You are mature, you’ve been through twenty seven years of life without her so really what difference does a few extra years wait? Except you conveniently forget that you spent most of your dating years as a playboy and you’ve never really had to wait for anything.
It may explain why you’ve just blurted for her to marry you.
… on your second date.
Across from you, looking as breathtaking as always, Yamada Ayumi is considerably less so with her wide blue eyes staring back at you as if you’ve lost it (which you suspect you have) and her jaw gaping open like that.
At least you had the smarts to bring her to a quieter restaurant, something off the beaten path which you’ve discovered while on a work assignment several years back, so there are less people around to witness your embarrassment.
You laugh nervously. Your cheeks flame up. Your hand reaches out automatically for the glass of wine and you down it like a shot. Hell, you’d drink the entire bottle right now if you thought it’d do you any good.
But perhaps, now’s a good time to remind your date to breathe - so that she can scream and run away madly from you.
She beats you to the punch however.
“Nomiya-san,” she begins. “W-what are you saying?”
You could probably blame it on the wine, even if you’ve barely touched it prior to shooting off your mouth like that. But it’s the honesty that she brings out in you that makes you tell her the truth.
“It wasn’t supposed to come out like that. Not now at least.”
She blinks at you. “B-but later?”
So what if your cheeks are on fire? You tell yourself to be grateful that Yamazaki and Miwako aren’t lurking around the corner with a video-cam recording the entire thing.
… or so you think. You check once to make sure anyway.
“Uh… yeah.”
What was that saying? In for a penny, in for a pound? Or was it “make sure it’s quick and painless”?
“A-ano… Nomiya-san, maybe you can wait a little longer to ask me?”
Her words finish in a rush, and your head flies up. To you, it seems like her face is just as red as yours. Your heart pounds away as if it hadn’t remembered to beat the last few minutes, and something like relief and happiness flood you all at once, leaving you slightly breathless and off-kilter.
You can’t help but gain that confidence back. “After dinner then?” you tease.
“N-Nomiya-san!”
As you stare at her, you know you’ll wait for the right moment, roughly a year and a half from now, probably on Christmas Eve when it’s most romantic, with a ring that will blind half of Tokyo, and a stutter when saying the words, but all of that’s okay because you’ll know what her answer will be.
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Not sure what my obsession with 2nd person's perspective is, but anyway, it's incredibly horrid, and I'm not sure why I'm even posting it. Ah well. I'll have time to fix it later. Maybe. Though I doubt it XD
They gloss over your skin like the gentlest of touches. Tilting your head upwards, you see the snow falling down. Somehow, it’s already winter, but here in the dunes, it feels strangely warm. Back in the apartment building, Yamazaki is no doubt breaking into the crab or making nabe, and it depresses you just a little to think that this year it’ll be two men for Christmas again.
You’re not inclined to be romantic, so you don’t know where that particular sentiment came from. It’s been almost a month since you’ve heard from her. She’s had it tough, crying just as much as you’d expected her to, and though she’s finally cried a few times in front of you, as you’ve probably suspected, she’s done so alone. She’s so afraid of burdening everyone even though she’ll happily take on anyone’s problems. You see the way she throws herself into helping that little blonde girl with her injuries but take no time for herself.
It was only when you drove down to Tokyo once more to see her that she finally breaks down.
That was over six months ago.
You sigh a little, your breath visible in the cold. You should really go in before you catch your death.
Besides, you didn’t want to experience Yamazaki’s bedside manner ever again.
“N-Nomiya-san…”
Apparently, you’d been out here longer than you thought, and frostbite must’ve taken a hold of your brain, because you could swear that sounds like her voice.
“N-Nomiya-san…”
You could turn around to look but the thought of dispelling the possibility that she could even be there would just depress you even further. So you hold your stance, staring towards the sea.
“Nomiya-san!!!!!”
The whack across your head tells you she’s quite real. You finally look at her, and there’s a slight flush across her cheeks, possibly from the cold, but more than likely from her exertions and anger.
“That hurt,” you tell her, not really sure what to say at this point.
“Well you wouldn’t pay attention to me.”
“I’ve always paid attention to you.”
Perhaps it’s the sincerity of your words that get to her, or that it’s really too cold to be arguing outside right now, but she looks at you before looking away.
“I wasn’t sure it was you,” you say honestly.
Her head snaps up to look at you. “Why not?”
“Because I’m always the one who initiated the conversations, and forced you to get over something you weren’t ready to.”
“It was always you,” she finally says.
This time, it’s your turn to look at her in confusion.
“It was always you who made me look at myself, and sometimes, you made me see things I didn’t like about myself. But every time I cry, you’re always there for me, even when you don’t know it, and even if you weren’t there. I always think about you and it makes me feel better.”
She pauses, and her cheeks are red, and this time, you know for a fact that it’s not from the cold.
“So, Nomiya-san… this time, it’s my turn to make you feel better.”
You could jump for joy, you could pick her up and twirl her in the sand dunes with the snow falling overhead, but there’s plenty of time for that later. Instead, you smirk. “Oh, in what way?”
She rushes at you, chiding at your bad manners, and when you catch her, you let her know exactly how much better you feel.
When you finally let her up for air, she manages a breathless, “Merry Christmas, Nomiya-san.”
“Sure is, Yamada-san.”
-----------------------------------------You tell yourself that you’ll be patient and you’ll wait. You are mature, you’ve been through twenty seven years of life without her so really what difference does a few extra years wait? Except you conveniently forget that you spent most of your dating years as a playboy and you’ve never really had to wait for anything.
It may explain why you’ve just blurted for her to marry you.
… on your second date.
Across from you, looking as breathtaking as always, Yamada Ayumi is considerably less so with her wide blue eyes staring back at you as if you’ve lost it (which you suspect you have) and her jaw gaping open like that.
At least you had the smarts to bring her to a quieter restaurant, something off the beaten path which you’ve discovered while on a work assignment several years back, so there are less people around to witness your embarrassment.
You laugh nervously. Your cheeks flame up. Your hand reaches out automatically for the glass of wine and you down it like a shot. Hell, you’d drink the entire bottle right now if you thought it’d do you any good.
But perhaps, now’s a good time to remind your date to breathe - so that she can scream and run away madly from you.
She beats you to the punch however.
“Nomiya-san,” she begins. “W-what are you saying?”
You could probably blame it on the wine, even if you’ve barely touched it prior to shooting off your mouth like that. But it’s the honesty that she brings out in you that makes you tell her the truth.
“It wasn’t supposed to come out like that. Not now at least.”
She blinks at you. “B-but later?”
So what if your cheeks are on fire? You tell yourself to be grateful that Yamazaki and Miwako aren’t lurking around the corner with a video-cam recording the entire thing.
… or so you think. You check once to make sure anyway.
“Uh… yeah.”
What was that saying? In for a penny, in for a pound? Or was it “make sure it’s quick and painless”?
“A-ano… Nomiya-san, maybe you can wait a little longer to ask me?”
Her words finish in a rush, and your head flies up. To you, it seems like her face is just as red as yours. Your heart pounds away as if it hadn’t remembered to beat the last few minutes, and something like relief and happiness flood you all at once, leaving you slightly breathless and off-kilter.
You can’t help but gain that confidence back. “After dinner then?” you tease.
“N-Nomiya-san!”
As you stare at her, you know you’ll wait for the right moment, roughly a year and a half from now, probably on Christmas Eve when it’s most romantic, with a ring that will blind half of Tokyo, and a stutter when saying the words, but all of that’s okay because you’ll know what her answer will be.
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Not sure what my obsession with 2nd person's perspective is, but anyway, it's incredibly horrid, and I'm not sure why I'm even posting it. Ah well. I'll have time to fix it later. Maybe. Though I doubt it XD
They gloss over your skin like the gentlest of touches. Tilting your head upwards, you see the snow falling down. Somehow, it’s already winter, but here in the dunes, it feels strangely warm. Back in the apartment building, Yamazaki is no doubt breaking into the crab or making nabe, and it depresses you just a little to think that this year it’ll be two men for Christmas again.
You’re not inclined to be romantic, so you don’t know where that particular sentiment came from. It’s been almost a month since you’ve heard from her. She’s had it tough, crying just as much as you’d expected her to, and though she’s finally cried a few times in front of you, as you’ve probably suspected, she’s done so alone. She’s so afraid of burdening everyone even though she’ll happily take on anyone’s problems. You see the way she throws herself into helping that little blonde girl with her injuries but take no time for herself.
It was only when you drove down to Tokyo once more to see her that she finally breaks down.
That was over six months ago.
You sigh a little, your breath visible in the cold. You should really go in before you catch your death.
Besides, you didn’t want to experience Yamazaki’s bedside manner ever again.
“N-Nomiya-san…”
Apparently, you’d been out here longer than you thought, and frostbite must’ve taken a hold of your brain, because you could swear that sounds like her voice.
“N-Nomiya-san…”
You could turn around to look but the thought of dispelling the possibility that she could even be there would just depress you even further. So you hold your stance, staring towards the sea.
“Nomiya-san!!!!!”
The whack across your head tells you she’s quite real. You finally look at her, and there’s a slight flush across her cheeks, possibly from the cold, but more than likely from her exertions and anger.
“That hurt,” you tell her, not really sure what to say at this point.
“Well you wouldn’t pay attention to me.”
“I’ve always paid attention to you.”
Perhaps it’s the sincerity of your words that get to her, or that it’s really too cold to be arguing outside right now, but she looks at you before looking away.
“I wasn’t sure it was you,” you say honestly.
Her head snaps up to look at you. “Why not?”
“Because I’m always the one who initiated the conversations, and forced you to get over something you weren’t ready to.”
“It was always you,” she finally says.
This time, it’s your turn to look at her in confusion.
“It was always you who made me look at myself, and sometimes, you made me see things I didn’t like about myself. But every time I cry, you’re always there for me, even when you don’t know it, and even if you weren’t there. I always think about you and it makes me feel better.”
She pauses, and her cheeks are red, and this time, you know for a fact that it’s not from the cold.
“So, Nomiya-san… this time, it’s my turn to make you feel better.”
You could jump for joy, you could pick her up and twirl her in the sand dunes with the snow falling overhead, but there’s plenty of time for that later. Instead, you smirk. “Oh, in what way?”
She rushes at you, chiding at your bad manners, and when you catch her, you let her know exactly how much better you feel.
When you finally let her up for air, she manages a breathless, “Merry Christmas, Nomiya-san.”
“Sure is, Yamada-san.”