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Dear Diary,
Funny how I’m writing this through a diary like a child, but I need a place to write my thoughts out. Let’s just write a small diary every month! Yeah, that’s a good idea, Ikey. Surely nothing will go wrong!
Anyways, Mysta uses my phone, so I don’t need him to look at my inner deep thoughts or whatever the heck. He’s my partner and all, but he doesn’t need to hear these embarrassing thoughts. Not that he already doesn’t know anything embarrassing about me, but it’s the secrecy that counts. Anyways, I just want to write about what has happened recently and oh–
It’s February right? It’s cold here! Usually my home, good ol’ Sweden, would prepare me for the cold. However, åh gud (oh god) it’s unnaturally cold here.
Regardless, Mysta bought this lip balm, and when I kissed him– It tasted like strawberries. Forgive me Miku, but I would sell all of my figures just to kiss this man again.
Ah, men (Mysta).
From your lovely novelist,
Ike Eveland
February 28, 20XX
Winter days, it was always so cold. Lips chapped, fireplace on, hot chocolate brewing– all of it indicated the sheer cold of winter. You needed warmth, afterall, with these types of winters. It never provided warmth for most people unless you’re used to the sheer loneliness and cold of winter.
Ike was sitting in his home, tuning Mysta’s guitar as the heater was running. Mysta didn’t like the cold. It’s as expected for being British– Hm. Joking. Regardless, the house was warm for his favorite fox detective. Yet, as Ike was tuning the guitar, he heard the door being unlocked. Alert, Ike looks up to see his boyfriend, Mysta Rias, covered in snow. Mysta’s cheeks were flushed red as his whole body kept shivering. As Mysta waddled into their house, he plopped their groceries as he began to melt into the warm household.
Worried, Ike puts down Mysta’s guitar to rush towards his boyfriend, grabbing a towel to put it on his shoulders. “Mysta!” Ike shouts as he begins to frown at his boyfriend’s state. Mysta’s nose began to run with snot as he bent down to grab the groceries again. Mysta looks at his boyfriend with a cold but proud smile as he lifts the groceries to him.
“Hi Ikey–” Mysta sniffles, “I got the groceries.”
“Good job, but you should’ve let me go and get the groceries”, Ike nags as Mysta shook his head ‘no’, turning around to close and lock the door.
“What’s with the ‘no’? I’m used to the cold, not you.”
“It’s because I’m used to getting sick. I’d rather I get sick than you.”
“Mysta..”, Ike pouts at his reasoning as he takes the bags out of Mysta’s hand. Mysta turns around with a look of shock as he leans to take the bag back.
“Wait, I got–”
“No, I got it. You , however, need to go take a bath. You’re freezing!”
“No I’m–”, Mysta’s sentence immediately got interrupted by his sneeze. Ike looks at him with an eyebrow raise, clearly proving his point. Mysta pouts before letting Ike take the bags to the kitchen, wrapping the towel Ike gave him on his head. Mysta began to walk towards the bathroom to take a warm bath. As Ike enters the kitchen, he hears Mysta opening and closing their bathroom door.
While he smiles to himself, he begins to put all of them in the cabinets and refrigerator. When he finishes, he begins to make hot chocolate for the both of them. Classic hot chocolate, the thing that soothes the majority of people’s souls. Ike begins to hum, adding milk (although lactose intolerant), heavy cream, and the classics. As Ike puts whipped cream, marshmallows, and crushed peppermints onto the cozy concoction, he’s immediately started when he feels warm arms wrap around his waist.
Mysta digs his nose into the crook of Ike’s neck as Ike turns to his shoulder. With a small smile, Ike lifts his hand to pet Mysta’s head. The detective leaned into his touch as Ike asked, “You need something?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Oh really? What is it?”
“A kiss”, Mysta pouts before puckering his lips to Ike.
“Well, aren’t you affectionate today?”
Mysta began to laugh at Ike’s commentary before puckering his lips again and moving closer to Ike’s face. Ike rolls his eyes as he turns around completely to give Mysta a kiss on his lips. They both laughed into the kiss, creating a sense of warm energy around them. As Ike pulls back, he begins to complain, “Your lips are so chapped..”
“Oh! Wait a moment”, Mysta begins to dig into his pocket before pulling out some sort of lip balm. Ike laughs as Mysta puts it on, rubbing his lips together. As Mysta puts the lip balm away, he looks back at Ike with a huge smile.
“I’ve never bought lip balm before!”
“I could tell”, Ike begins to laugh before leaning in to give Mysta another kiss. However, something was different. For some reason, Mysta’s lips tasted like sweet strawberries. What helped with the experience was that his lips were soft and plush now with lip balm on. Ike hums with surprise before leaning in to taste more of the strawberry. Afterall, the novelist’s favorite flavor is strawberry, right? As Mysta’s eyes widened in the kiss, Ike pulled away with a light blush on his face.
“Uh–”, Mysta was dumbfounded by Ike’s actions as Ike began to laugh at his expression. Mysta began to blush at Ike’s laughter, quite embarrassed before he looked at his boyfriend with a pout.
“Why are you laughing at me?”
“Haha. sorry.. It’s just.. You tasted like strawberries.”
“O-Oh! Yeah, I bought strawberry lip balm . I thought it just smelled like strawberries, but I didn’t know it tasted like it either!”
“Oh? So, you didn’t purposefully buy this to attract me, hm?” Ike began to tease him as Mysta began to stutter, backing away with a blush on his face. Instead of answering his boyfriend, Mysta backed away with a flustered expression. Ike began to laugh at his boyfriend as he followed him.
“Mysta, wait!” Ike began to walk faster towards his boyfriend. Mysta began to laugh as they began to run around the house, playing around. As they continued to run around the house, the hot chocolate began to grow colder, but their happiness filled their home.
Maybe winter wasn’t so cold after all.