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A peaceful afternoon deeply carved into the solar blanket with a flock of softly cotton clouds’ prospect, offered sufficient warmness through its sharply invading sunshine rays that filtered every nook. The one-story cottage’s slightly dusty windows’ glasses weren’t an exception to welcoming invitingly the gilded rays inside the three rooms it was the façade structured.
The one-story cottage became a serene sanctuary for you and Yasuo in the last few years since you decided to live together after the several dates and encounters you have had and ended usually with child-like bright smiles, peals of laughter, quality time, mutual help, and words of affirmation. His initially chaotic and tough life’s flow had abruptly softened after meeting you and sharing mutually pleasant and peaceful moments together. Life became overall better and more vibrant as if it was worth living it again, despite the initially morbidly gut-wrenching and persistent trials that had haunted your boyfriend along with you.
Everything can be initially melancholically morbid and scary, even ornamented with spikes the life’s path of progress and the adversities that had structured every individual’s initial appearance and gradual evolution. But one person is enough to alter everything with a single encounter, engraving and carving profoundly a memory into its heart and train of thought.
The last handful of years have been nothing more than a dynamic rollercoaster ride of pristine happiness, smiles, and finding the true meaning of life for both of you as a recent purpose. There were definitely some gloomy and monotonous days that were painted in the darkest nuance to descend the vibrant light it had blessed and flourished comfortably, where the complexions’ contours were sketched into grotesque and motionless frowns. Not each elapsing day was near the stark perfection, howsoever, life still carried on and was a turbulent fight for every headstrong warrior.
Even though Yasuo used to be a victim of the guilt and grudges he had held for years for murdering his brother and other people in self-defense along with his master’s death that emanated from an old enemy, he clashed with temporal emotional episodes from time to time and his crucial accent arrowed at the present and future.
It was your day off from work, where the ultimate peace and spending quality time with your beloved Ronin resided in your current plans.
In the interim, you decided to pamper a bit Yasuo by making him a warm and enticing herbal tea since he is going to be back home from outdoors in a quarter an hour. At least according to the biological clock that ticked unnervingly inside your vortex of thoughts and sixth sense gathered together. He would usually go outdoors to collect some fresh air and protect the innocents, as it was his duty to bury the guilt that had accumulated through the years in his frail life.
Home alone time is among your fewest quietest episodes off-work, despite the fact that without Yasuo, you felt a tad uneasy and distressed if potential intruders would set foot inside the property uninvited except their greediness and thirst for blood swarmed their goals. Any knock on the door or a gentle tap on the window is startling enough to taunt you and anticipate either Yasuo or somebody unfamiliar outside of the safety’s façade.
Even if you have had a simple sword or a kitchen knife as among your fewest arsenal of weapons for self-defense, they weren’t enough to prevent a lethal slash through any part of your fragile feminine anatomy. The excessive silence suffocated with contaminating paranoia invading your vortex of thoughts, even if you were brewing the herbal tea and waiting patiently for the water to boil sufficiently.
Your sheer patience encouraged you to kill off the time by staring out through the slightly dusty windows that haven’t been cleaned for a week to relish and admire the majestic feral prospect outside in the kitchen. Your E/C jewels filtered with stark glimmer roamed each nook and corner they could capture and engulf into the naturally eye-catching and powerful masterpiece Mother Nature had worked so hard to craft. A humble smile etched in the corners of your mouth for a split second whilst the long fingers tapped timidly on the window’s glass as if a little child is enjoying the outdoors’ ethereally untouchable masterpiece exposed itself.
A handful of raps on the oak wooden door caught you off guard, therefore, shifting your attention to the potential individual outside of the property. Yasuo is usually around that time of the day back from outside and he would emit a couple of raps on the door to inform you about his presence, in order to not confuse him for somebody else. It became second nature for you to recognize and distinguish the information about his presence from that of someone else.
All of a sudden, a vibrantly childlike, naturally wide smile sketched in the corners of your strawberry-coloured soft lips as your fingers instinctively worked on fixing the silken crimson-red curtains.
“Hey, Y/N!” Suddenly, you registered swift, impatiently giddy steps against the wooden floor so that to minimize the proximity between you and your boyfriend after he entered the cottage casually, opening broadly his muscular arms to prepare for his usual salute to you. A tight doting hug not only greets you but also indicates his overall strong trust in you. “You have been keeping the house so welcoming.”
“Oh, hi, Yasuo! The house would be empty without anybody keeping it safe and warm.” For a split second, you exchanged a contagious mirth chuckle, even through the tightly warm embrace that muffled your breathing the nostrils produced, accompanied by your voice’s pitch change that underwent in the short time span. “The house isn’t full without both of us, you know.”
“Indeed, sweetheart! How has your day gone so far?” Shortly after breaking off the embrace, you took the moment to admire highly each other’s facial features as your silken hands cupped his cheeks, whereas one of his calloused hands pawed gently your H/C lion mane of strands curtaining your complexion, ultimately worshipping your hair’s brilliant texture and silky nature.
“Nothing special except taking care of the home and relaxing.” Afterward, the ronin planted a tender kiss on your brittle forehead a second before both fleeing to the kitchen to supervise strictly the kettle, fueled to the middle with refreshing water. “How about you too, dear?”
“This day was rather stiff. I haven’t been called out on a duty much to defend the village and was rather focused on collecting some fresh air.” A raspy chuckle escaped his lips whilst your pair of E/C jewels accentuated its brief focus on the kettle as the water hadn’t increased its respective temperature yet to emit transparent steam. “For whom you are doing this tea specifically?”
“Needless to ask, silly!” Raising an eyebrow to indicate your silly side of your strictly outstanding personality to mock him with an infantile guttural snigger since the question’s answer was too obvious to hint him to register vocally his response without the need of posing it in the first place. “Who else deserves to be pampered there?”
“You?” His modest side beamed a scintillatingly vivid light at the altruistic side of his persona, poking your shoulder friendly.
“No. It is you.”
“I don’t even deserve you, Y/N!” In the meantime, the rhythmical heartbeats’ intensity skyrocketed once the samurai whispered.
“Don’t talk like that, honey!” Once again, you have captured his bigger, muscular frame into your modestly sized velvet arms to snuggle into his partly covered with his azure cotton scarf chest to console him. “Of course, you deserve to be pampered and to be treated like a King!”
“Why, tho?” Seconds before the embrace disbanded, his pair of cocoa brown bijous searched for yours to stabilize your overall emotional and physical connection altogether as an inseparable medley. His cocoa brown bijous illuminated his vulnerability of selflessness and sacrificial nature he would demonstrate for his inner circle members that could be counted on one of his hands’ fingers.
The symphony of accelerated heartbeats throbbing aggressively into one another’s chests haunted your fragile ears as if the church’s very first bell for the day to cusp from the previous day to today through the midnight episode rung prominently.
As usual, Yasuo hadn’t got used to harvest heartwarming sympathy and compassion from the other individuals and he rather liked the idea of making greater sacrifices for them, contemplating through their faces of blossoming bliss.
A dramatic silence for a quarter of a minute sanctified the kitchen when you tossed a casually swift glance at the kettle of water that had absorbed sufficient warmness through the last remaining woods to keep the fire on inside the fireplace.
Once the kettle had been retreated to the countertop to banish gradually the hotness it had absorbed, thereafter, you prepared a clean but still well-polished and clean porcelain mug next to the kettle by pouring the hot water and teabag. Even agitating the mix until the hot beverage’s colour had dramatically altered from boringly transparent to fresh light green.
“Because I do care about you and you make me candidly happy.”