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My boyfriend and I went out to dinner tonight! It was so lovely, it felt like a dream. He even dressed up for me. I’ve got to be the luckiest girl in the world!
Mahiru smiles at her laptop screen, sighing deeply. She had changed out of her elegant date night dress into some more comfortable loungewear a few hours ago, but she had forgotten to post to her blog today. Hence, here she is, rushing to get something posted at 11:32.
Aforementioned boyfriend is lying in bed right by her side, idly tapping away at his phone doing whatever mischievous things he does. “Are you done yet?” Fuuta groans, side-eyeing her in pretend annoyance.
“Almost,” she giggles. “Why? Need something?”
“You know what I want,” he grumbles with a petulant pout. She does know very well what he wants. Fuuta is not the best with words, and she has come to learn he is quite a tactile person once he opens up. “What’re you even doing?” He sits up, resting his head on her shoulder to peer over it at her laptop screen.
“Ah, nothing! Just trying to whip up a blog post before bed. I’ve been so distracted all day, thanks to someone.” Far be it from her to complain, though.
Fuuta squints at her screen, reading her draft. “Are you… talking about me?”
“Do I have any other boyfriends I should know about?” she retorts lightheartedly.
Mahiru watches as his cheeks tint a faint pink at this, sinking back down under the covers of the bed. She suppresses a chuckle at how easily flustered he is. She continues typing, until he speaks up again.
“Do you… do that often? Post about me?” His voice is shy, tentative. As if displaying some major vulnerability by asking this simple question.
She doesn’t even have to think about it. “Yes, quite often, actually,” she admits with an airy laugh. “Wanna see?”
His response is a jerky nod. Cute, she thinks.
She saves the draft and navigates to her main page, scrolling through to a recent post and turning her laptop so he can see. This one is from last week.
Today my boyfriend surprised me with my favorite chocolates. He always gets chocolates instead of flowers because he knows I work at a flower shop anyway, isn’t that thoughtful? I think I’m going to try to surprise him soon, too. He really is the best!
He lets out an embarrassed whine, burying his face in her shoulder. “You always praise me so highly for the bare fucking minimum,” he gripes. She can tell he’s blushing, though.
“It gets worse,” she teases. Scrolling down a little, she stops at a post a few days prior.
Living with my boyfriend has taught me many things. One of them is that guys get really into their online games! Last night he was in a game with his friends and I could hear him yelling all the way from the kitchen where I was making brownies for us to share. I think I eased his mind at least a little.
This time, Fuuta groans loudly. “Why would you post about that?!”
“Because it was silly,” she replies easily. “You’re silly.”
“Am not,” he huffs.
Mahiru only shakes her head with a warm smile. “I’ll show you one more, then I’ll give you what you want. Okay?”
He pouts, but nods his agreement.
Today is me and my boyfriend’s anniversary! It was nothing short of magical. We had a picnic in a beautiful garden I had mentioned I wanted to visit, then we went home and he taught me how to play one of his video games, and after that we cuddled for hours while binging our favorite movies. It was like a fairy tale. I’ve never felt so in love before, he really is my everything.
When Mahiru looks over at Fuuta, his cheeks are tinted almost as crimson as his fiery hair. He has no retorts or complaints this time- he simply stares at the short paragraph, then up at her.
“You really… post about all this stuff? About me?” he asks, voice suddenly much softer than normal.
“Yeah…? If it makes you uncomfortable, I can stop, sweetheart. I promise I won’t complain.”
“T-That’s not it, it’s just… why?” He gives her a look not unlike a small dog begging for a treat.
She only smiles at him. “Because I like to show off.” And with that, she shuts her laptop, and sets it on the nightstand. “Now. I made a deal, didn’t I?”
She almost misses the way his eyes light up briefly- almost. “Finally.”
With a joyful giggle, she scoots beneath the covers and wraps her arms around her lover’s lithe frame, pulling him flush to her chest. His arms wind around her waist in turn, and he nuzzles into her neck with a contented sigh.
This has to be a dream, Mahiru thinks, because how on earth did she get this lucky? As she presses a lingering kiss into his hair, he lets out a faint pleased whimper, and her heart just about bursts. And just like that, limbs tangled together, basking in one another’s warmth, everything is perfect in the world.
“I love you,” she whispers, voice overflowing with fondness.
“Love you too,” comes the hushed reply.
As she is slowly overcome by sleep, there is one thought that lingers in her mind, even as her consciousness wanes away: she really is the luckiest girl in the world.