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Pucca loves Garu. That's a fact all of Sooga Village knows. She isn't exactly subtle in her actions or behaviour. Garu doesn't really know how her love works, but it's love anyway.
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So it took him by great surprise when he learned that Pucca loved him.
Her love isn't soft, nor is it gentle. It isn't kisses in the dead of night, shielded by the walls of a home; it isn't bashful hand-holding in the open or hushed whispers swallowed by the wind. Pucca loves loudly: shouting her feelings from the rooftops and chasing him all around the village — and further still — until his legs feel like giving out. She loves so relentlessly, so incredibly shamelessly, and Garu never knows what to do.
It isn't something he is used to, and he can't say for sure that he would ever get used to it at all. Years have passed since it first started, and although he has grown expectant of her squeals and the sound of rushing footsteps growing closer, he can't quite fathom it at all.
He's startled out of his reverie by a nearby bush rustling. A giggle reaches his ears, high pitched and mischievous, and his instincts kick in, body moving before he can even tell it to. Sprinting, legs kicking gravel behind him, he runs in the direction of the village and out of the forest. Distantly, he hears an excited cheer and he feels the wind around him shift as the Sweetheart of Sooga barrels towards him. The routine is familiar, his muscles and bones long used to the chase, and he lets himself revel in the tingling adrenaline rushing through his veins.
Garu grew up with his image of love being the shadow of his parents, holding on tight to the few memories he still had of them being affectionate with each other when no one else could see. But, he thinks, maybe Pucca's kind of love isn't too bad.
He slows at his own thoughts and the warm feeling gathering in the smallest corner of his heart. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Pucca seizes the opportunity and tackles him, both of them slamming into the dirt path below with an 'oof'. She smothers his face with wet kisses and he resists — even if only for the show of it and to preserve his own dignity — before with sharp precision, she cheekily lands a deep kiss smack in the middle of his lips. His hands fly to her shoulders, but they lay still with no attempt to shove her away. Screwed-tight eyes softening, Garu lets the warmth consume him just this once.
Maybe, just maybe, he could live with this.