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Even though he can't taste a bite at all, he enjoys watching Akira indulge in the dishes she craves.
he's happy to bring her to restaurants at last, as if they were any other normal couple who have dates from time to time.
whatever normal means
"you'll make me gain weight if you take me out to eat every weekend" Akira says as she finishes chewing a mouthful.
"it doesn't bother me" he pretends to say innocently.
she hits him with her napkin
"I do" she replies from the other side a little amused by his current mood.
the glass of alcohol is half full, which worries Amon since it's her third glass.
"Don't you want to order something else?" he suggests
"yes, another bottle"
"Akira" he warns and she laughs at his face.
"calm down I tolerate alcohol much better".
he knows what she means
he sighs in frustration, it's impossible to argue with her.
"besides, you're here to take care of me"
the warm smile she gives him makes him shudder, for a few moments he forgets they are surrounded by people and only Akira smiling warmly exists in front of him.
so beautiful
"It's okay, but order some snacks".
"You want me to get fat, you pervert" she jokes and it works.
Amon's face is as funny as ever.
"Your cheeks are flushed, Akira" he warns uselessly.
"yours too" she says
he shakes his head while both of them smile
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as Amon pays the bill Akira is staggering in her own seat.
he thanks the waiter and at the same time looks worriedly at his partner in front of him
he tries to get warm quickly and inevitably has to wrap Akira in her coat himself
he pays no attention to the intrusive stares of the other people
"you're too handsome, you know that?" she whispers to him as he crouches down in front of her and puts the scarf on her.
at her comment he just grimaces between laughter and concern.
"Can you walk to the car?" he asks quietly, doubting she can answer coherently but at least he gives her a chance.
"of course I can" the way she slurs the words and her look clearly changed due to the alcohol doesn't give him too much assurance
"take my arm" he says and helps her in the most disguised way possible to get up by grabbing her waist
Akira lets herself fall against his side, if it wasn't for Koutarou's firm grip she would be on the floor without a doubt.
as they step outside the cold winter breeze hits both of them.
Akira's heels echo on the sidewalk
the fresh wind seems to make her come to her senses a little bit.
snow accumulates on the streets
her violet gaze looks up at the cold falling snow
stars that can't be distinguished too well
flakes dancing in the cold night breeze
something so simple but beautiful
her face is red from the cold and alcohol
she stops her steps, her gaze focuses on Koutarou
at the sudden tug he stops and looks at her.
"Are you cold?" he asks her with that typical chivalry of his while with his free hand he is already unbuttoning the buttons of his heavy coat.
"no" she says awkwardly without taking her eyes off him.
"are you feeling sick? do you want me to carry you to the car?" his concern is only growing.
"don't take off your coat" she asks awkwardly her words slurring again.
he blinks and seems to analyze what she says, he decides not to listen to her.
Akira feels his heavy coat on her shoulders
"you're so stubborn"
Amon laughs at her slurred words.
"look who's saying it" he says it low but she hears him anyway.
his arm slides on her lower back and he bends down, looking like he's going to carry her
her head is spinning so much, in spite of the heavy coat she feels cold
Amon's face passes close to her and Akira can't help but tug on his clothes and claim his warm lips.
he's surprised for a few seconds, his partner's intensity doesn't let him pull back (he doesn't want to anyway)
He shifts his position and his arms slip around her lower back but this time embracing her.
He tastes the traces of alcohol on her soft lips.
it's the most awkward and tender kiss they've ever given each other
he breaks the kiss and Akira hides under her scarf, her breath smoking in the cold of the night.
he leaves a kiss in her blonde hair and without further complaint or interruption, slips an arm under her legs and carries her bridal-style
her violet orbs return to gazing carefully at every detail of the winter night sky, she feels stupidly happy just to be carried in his arms and to see the soft snow falling from the sky and the stars (alcohol probably has a lot to do with it)
after that Akira seems to have dozed off, she curls up on his chest and closes her eyes until they get to the car.
As he gets into the passenger seat she opens her eyes tired from the alcohol and the cold, her cheeks flushed, her hair a little messy.
Amon smiles at her and caresses her face.
"Are you ok my dear?" he reassures her once again.
"Aren't you cold?" she asks and shifts in her seat.
"no, it's okay" he reassures her "are you okay?"
"yes" her hoarse, sleepy voice is enough.
He closes the door softly and sits on the driver's side.
The ride to his apartment is quick
Of course he carries her on his back (at Akira's request) as they get out of the car.
and when they are in the elevator
and when they're in front of the door of their apartment
as he searches for the key her breath tickles his neck.
" investigator first class Amon Koutarou...why are you so big?" she grumbles on his back
he can't help but laugh at her voice, of course away from the sight of her
she looks like a little girl
"although... I like you, I like you a lot" her slender arms tighten tighter around his neck and she lays her head on his shoulder
Amon manages to maneuver and manages to open the door.
as he enters he goes straight to their room and lays her down on the soft duvet.
Maris Stella watches curiously from the doorway as Amon gently lays Akira down on their bed.
above her he appreciates her sleeping and relaxed face, her lips half-open, her cheeks flushed,
he smiles fondly
she is so beautiful anyway
he leans over and places another kiss on her forehead before he begins to undress her.
he takes off her shoes and hear a whimper from Akira
"are you going to undress me?" she asks sleepily "I don't feel good for..."
"I'm undressing you to make you comfortable, I'll help you with your pajamas" Amon says patiently.
his hands go up to unfasten her skirt and slide it down her legs,
Akira lets herself be carried away by the feeling of his big hands that are always taking care of her, she loves this man too much
if she wasn't drunk she is sure she would enjoy his caresses much more, the way he undresses her slowly, carefully, she would undoubtedly end the night much better.
her body trembles as she is naked for just a few seconds, Amon quickly slides her pajamas down her arms.
exhaustion is catching up with her, she is sitting on the edge of the bed.
Amon crouches down to her height and rests his hands on her hips.
"I'll get you medicine."
as he rises from his place she tugs on his hand
just like that time in the past, only in much more pleasant circumstances.
she knows that this time it will be different
"stay with me" she whispers
suddenly she feels her eyes burning, her head is spinning, she feels heavier than before, she just wants him to hold her.
"please stay" her voice cracks.
Amon looks at her with pure kindness and gentleness in his eyes.
he says nothing but sits down next to her on the bed and takes her in his arms
she clings to him and hides her head in his neck as she begins to sob.
his heavy hand caresses her back
he whispers words of comfort that she can't quite understand, but his voice and his warmth is enough to give her a sense of relief
all she can say in her current state is "stay" and he hugs her tighter.
"don't worry, I'm not going anywhere" this makes her cry harder.
her slender body trembles from the cold, from fear, from the constant fear of losing what she loves
of being alone
Amon lies down on the bed with her still in his arms and wraps his large body around her.
pulls her head away from his neck
wipes the furrowed tears with his thumbs, pushes the golden hair away.
"It's all right, calm down" he tries to comfort her.
kisses her forehead and hugs her tightly again.
"koutarou" the soft and sad way she says his name makes his heart constrict.
"Akira" he also whispers her name over her head "what's wrong honey?"
"you..." her delicate hands tighten their grip on his clothes.
he gives her time, he knows that her head is very affected by alcohol
"Do you still love Harima?" the question takes him by surprise.
a gasp escapes his mouth and her caresses on his back stop abruptly, he stands frozen in place, bewildered, with nothing but surprise on his face
Akira just cries, more silently this time, in her alcohol-overwhelmed head appears that doubt she carried deep inside her
if Harima was still alive, would he leave her for that woman?
Maris Stella appears out of nowhere on the bed, she approaches her mistress and kneels on her legs and then looks at the man in a contemptuous way, he is sure that she is judging him.
Amon closes his eyes tightly, he feels guilty.
He pushes Akira away from him, rests one of his hands on her hip and the other on her face while he looks for her gaze.
"look at me" he orders her and she obeys, her violet eyes as attentive as they can be
the only light coming from the lamp on the bedside table is enough for them to clearly and mutually observe each other.
he sighs
"you are the most important thing to me, the woman I love is you, nothing and no one else is in my heart and my head, don't think about the past... not when we are having such a nice present."
Harima was part of his past, they were very close, he loved her, but not in the same way he loves Akira
he never had the chance to develop completely solid feelings because of the circumstances, his love for Harima could be said to be platonic, when he was with her, he felt too good, but he never wavered around her in the same way he does with Akira.
with her he has had the chance to share too special moments, he has felt a unique connection, with just a look they can understand each other and tell each other what they need to tell each other.
he has shared and lived enough with Akira to know that she is the woman of his life, without underestimating Harima at the time of course, but the detail is that he had not yet met his blonde with a unique character
he feels sick and at the same time too much good around her
a mixture of adoration and absolute love
Amon pulls her to him to join their foreheads.
"I love you Akira Mado, only you... and that cat"
Maris Stella raises her ears, he laughs inwardly
"let me be with you always, what I feel with you I haven't felt for anyone else, and I know you're the woman I want to spend the rest of my days with, I know fate brought me back to you for a reason, I belong to you and you and only you" whispers and swears he can see stars in Akira's eyes at every word he says
"I love you" she sobs again and he kisses her softly.
when he pulls away he arranges the pillows under her head and covers her with a blanket.
"I'll be back quickly, I'll just go get some water and medicine, okay?" he tells her.
Akira just nods with a slight smile.
the pain in her head reappears
Amon gives her the water and pretty soon she goes into a deep sleep.
her breathing is normal again
after checking the heater and covering Akira with an extra blanket, Koutarou sits on the edge of the bed next to her and watches her sleep peacefully.
his hand caresses her head and fiddles with a strand of golden thread.
"No matter if you forget, I'll be sure to tell you again...and prove it to you every day," he says and smiles at the sleeping figure.
he will try even harder than before, the question echoes in his head, Akira's voice so distressed
he sighs again
he'll have to talk to her about it later
he quickly changes into his pajamas and lies down next to Akira, he turns off the light and wraps her under the sheets, she moans and he silently apologizes and then settles her comfortably in his arms
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the single action of trying to open her eyes in the light filtering through the curtains makes her head hurt immensely
a groan escapes from his mouth
why did she drink so much last night?
what a fool
Her tired gaze roams the sheets and she notices that she is the only one in bed.
"You're awake now" she hears that voice she knows so well.
She forces herself to open her eyes to look at him, he looks as impeccable as ever, his blue gaze seems to be analyzing her.
"your head must hurt" he speaks again and she grimaces.
"That's not much, I feel awful" she says and pulls the sheets over her head and turns around.
"I'll make you some coffee and bring you some medicine" he says and she hears his footsteps leading him away from the room.
she thinks he hears something serious
Did she say something strange last night?
Suddenly her eyes open normally, she forgets the hangover.
an impulse leads her to get up abruptly from the bed and head for the kitchen.
she acts before she thinks it through
By the time she thinks about giving up her feet are already in the kitchen and with her back turned Amon looks at her with his head on his shoulder while holding a cup in his hand.
"You should rest, what are you doing up?"
his voice sounds too serious she thinks again, she looks for hints of something in his gaze but since he came back to her it's too hard to decipher it (how annoying, in the past it was easier).
her headache reappears and stronger.
"What did I say last night?" she asks bluntly serious.
Amon lowers his gaze and seems to take a moment to think about the answer
"we'll talk later, it's nothing bad quiet" his voice is calm, a little better, but he still doesn't convince her
"you say it's nothing bad but you're too serious with me" she claims to him
he seems to smile slightly and Akira feels irritated because there's something she's missing
(the hangover puts her in a very bad mood)
Amon leaves the cup on the counter, approaches her and takes her gently by the arm.
"come lie down" he leads her down the hallway back to her bed.
Akira looks at him annoyed, she reluctantly lies down again.
she sighs as she feels the soft comforter
the kiss on her forehead momentarily surprises her.
"when I know you have a headache I don't like to bother you too much" he says over her head, rising above her, his arms at the sides of her body.
"I get more annoyed if you act distant, I don't bite you know" she claims to him and he makes a slight smile again "what's so funny?"
his smile fades and he just looks at her
"nothing, sorry, I'll be right back" he says and doesn't give her time to answer, he disappears out the door again
her mind betrays her and she remembers how his bicep was marked two minutes ago
agh, he gets on her nerves
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a good coffee just the way she likes it is enough to lighten her bad mood.
after the last sip she leaves the cup on the tray in her lap
Amon smiles at her from his place beside the window, Maris Stella is on his lap while he brushes her fur
she smiles back
"Better?" he asks as he strokes the cat.
"definitely, thank you"
Maris Stella purrs and rubs up against Amon, Akira doesn't blame her cat
when he gives her his care the animal seems to forgive him a little bit
she herself gets up from the bed and carries the tray to the kitchen.
returning to the room, she approaches Amon
"it's my turn" says and lifts the cat in her arms as if she was a baby, Amon seems surprised for a few moments but ends up smiling at the way Akira talks to her cat "you can go on top of me" she says again to the animal.
he stretches his arms and with his hands he wraps his hands around Akira's waist to pull her into his lap, she lets herself go with the tug, those were her intentions after all
She caresses the cat in her arms and maintains her posture with her back to Amon.
"What did I say last night?" begins the pending chatter.
he seems to sigh before speaking
"well, you talked about Harima"
her hand that was caressing Maris Stella suddenly stops, her gaze lowered.
how silly
"what did I say?" she says in a low voice and ducks her head.
"I didn't know you felt that way" his grip on her waist loosens "you should've told me"
she looks over her shoulder at him
"it's not my intention to feel jealous of someone who is no longer around" she confesses and looks down again, somewhat embarrassed.
"you said several things last night, but you were drunk, would you like to talk about this sober?" he suggests sweetly.
his fingers caress her waist
she feels bad, she begins to remember moments from the night before.
"it's not necessary if you don't want to, but I'd like to calm your insecurities, I don't want you to repress things that make you feel bad Akira" he rests his big head on her shoulder, his breath brushes her ear and she shivers
"it's hard to say it sober" she avoids his gaze "but since some time ago I have this doubt in me, that you love me so much compared to Harima, maybe it's silly, ridiculous, I'm sorry" she closes her eyes with annoyance towards herself, she feels ridiculous.
Amon observes her silently for a few moments, he knows that she is having a hard time asserting herself, he knows those gestures she makes.
" it's not silly"
" it is " she says annoyed, she refuses to look him in the face.
"he's not, and to answer your question..." his pause makes her nervous "Harima and I met in the academy, same class , we shared a lot of time together..."
Akira doesn't want to hear how he fell in love with that woman, she doesn't want to listen to the story, she forces herself to do it when she dares to look him in the face and notices some melancholy in his eyes
"I never confessed to her how I felt, but I know she knew".
"you slept with her?" her mouth is faster than her mind, she regrets her question, resumes caressing Maris Stella and evades Amon's gaze, who looks at her with a raised eyebrow and a puzzled look.
she hears him swallowing saliva and something inside her wants to hit him
"a couple of times" he says as he lowers his head, no doubt earning himself a pass to the couch later on
"what I'm getting at is, I never had the chance to develop pithy feelings for Harima unlike you."
Maris Stella jumps off his lap and leaves the room, as if she knows that this moment is serious and important for them, or rather, for Akira
"Harima is part of my past, the woman I love is with me" he confesses softly hugging her by the waist and resting his big head on the back of her neck.
she doesn't know what to say and slowly begins to remember fragments of their talk from last night.
oh she was crying last night, she feels ashamed.
"For a long time now it's been just you, you occupy my head and unbalance me in a way that has never happened to me before, it's you Akira, I love you" his confession is sincere, his breath tickles her neck
she can feel her heart beating faster, why does she dare to doubt him? he who has always shown her and to this day always shows her how much he's committed to her, he who is always showing her that he loves her.
her face is still serious
"So you choose me?" she wants to be sure.
Amon laughs behind her
"in every life"
her composure cracks
Akira turns around and seeks his gaze, she smiles slightly at him and takes his big face in her hands to kiss him
he smiles like a fool while kissing her
"I love you too, and I'd choose you always."
"You don't hate me anymore?" he jokes.
"silly"
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