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Harua tugs on his thick wool scarf, pulling it up a little more to cover his nose, a choice he instantly regrets when the heat from his breath causes his glasses to fog up. He’s not used to wearing glasses, but Nico said…well it doesn’t matter what Nico said because right now he’s furious with that man.
Checking his phone for the hundredth time, Harua lets out an annoyed groan and kicks a nearby rock just as the doors of the Lawson open. Harua pulls his scarf even further up to cover his face more. He should be fine. He has his hood pulled down as far as it will go, he’s wearing a plain black puffer jacket, his nails are hidden by his gloves…he’s fine. Keeping his head down, he hears laughter as two people walk by the spot he was told to wait. It sounds like a couple on a date. Probably just picked up a cake to share when they get home. The thought makes his heart ache a little with envy.
Where is he? I swear, I’m going to kill him for making me wait outside in the cold like this. He’s already 30 minutes late…
Harua can’t help but feel a sudden panicked sensation.
What if something happened? What if…No, stop it, he’s fine. He’s just late.
Shaking his head, Harua pushes the negative thoughts and worries away. Nico is unpredictable and goes at his own pace. There’s nothing to worry about…But he should send another message…just in case. Pulling his phone out of his jacket pocket, he is surprised to see it light up: a message from Nico.
“Turn around?...What?” Harua doesn’t realize he’s speaking out loud until he hears Nico’s laugh behind him.
“Yes, turn around. Was my spelling that bad?”
Harua really isn’t feeling in the mood to play along with whatever Nico is trying to do. His nose is cold. His toes are cold. Even his eyes are cold!
“No thank you. I was just heading home actually.” Harua crosses his arms defiantly and starts to walk away, but he doesn’t get far. Nico pulls his arm from behind, gently but firmly, enough to stop him.
“Ruru…I’m sorry. I know I’m late. But don’t be mad. Just look at me.”
Sighing loudly, Harua shakes off Nico’s grasp. But he gives in and turns around. “What is so important that you –”
Harua’s words stick in his throat and his eyes widen. He is literally speechless.
Nico smiles shyly and looks off to the side, the way he does after he’s done something that embarrasses him. Pulling the baseball cap down to cover his eyes, he speaks softly now, sounding nervous. Vulnerable. “Well…what do you think? Was it worth…waiting for?”
Harua reaches out and grabs Nico by the wrist without a word and pulls him into the alley. Once he’s sure they’re hidden he jumps into Nico’s arms for a hug, burying his face in his chest. “I love it. You’re so…” It’s just too much for his heart to take, and he’s so glad that Nico can’t see his face right now. He’s probably grinning like an idiot in love. He just can’t believe Nico did this. And is wearing something so…“How did you even…?”
Nico wraps his arms around Harua, pushing his hood back just enough to kiss his forehead. “I had Jo help with the drawings, and then I found a place that prints original designs. Sorry I was late, they were running a little behind with deliveries today. Oh! And…” Harua hadn’t noticed the brown paper bag Nico was carrying, but he’s holding it out to him now. “For you. If you want. You don’t have to wear it…if you don’t like it.”
God he loves how shy Nico gets in moments like this. He’s too cute. It makes him want to tease him. And after seeing what’s inside the bag he can’t resist.
“They match….Really? Too cute. How are you this cute?” Harua watches for Nico’s reaction this time. He loves seeing that flush of color. That embarrassed expression. His eyes looking everywhere except at Harua.
“I’m not cute…You’re the cute one.”
Harua laughs and uses his free hand to grab Nico’s chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes.
“You’re right. I am cute. You….you are gorgeous. Sexy. Irresistible. And mine.” Harua pushes himself up on his toes to brush against Nico’s lips, not quite kissing. His voice is low and quiet now. “Every time I see you in that sweatshirt I’ll know. You’re mine.” He feels Nico’s warm breath on his lips, each exhale coming faster and sharper the longer Harua withholds the kiss. He can feel the desperation. “But never make me wait that long again.” Harua is grinning again, enjoying the little game. After what probably feels like an eternity to Nico, Harua kisses him with a tenderness that shows he wasn’t really mad.
How could he be? He’s never received such a funny and adorable gift before. A sweatshirt with designs based on some of his favorite nail art from the past year? Sparkles, hearts, moons, stars, all over the place in a wild mosaic that screams ‘I’m always paying attention to your nails’. With a big goofy rabbit in the middle. It was ridiculous. It couldn’t be described as fashionable by any stretch of the imagination. And he absolutely loved it.
Harua pulls away from the kiss reluctantly. They really can’t be out here kissing all night.
“Wait, why did we have to meet here if you were just at home waiting for a delivery anyway?”
Nico smiles broadly. “Because I wanted to pick out the cake together! It’s Christmas, after all. We have to have cake!” Nico grabs his hand and Harua lets himself be pulled towards the store. “Oh, by the way, I like your glasses. So stylish! I should have worn mine too. We could have matched!”
Harua feels his ears turning red. He adjusts his hood to make sure they’re not showing. He was right. Nico is too cute.