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You wipe your eyes, feeling a wash of exhaustion sweep over you like a heavy blanket, all you want is the comforting embrace of sleep again.
“Good morning, mon amour...” she mumbles, her beautiful brown eyes still half-closed, and adorably sleepy as she wipes away the remnants of slumber.
Well, now that I’ve seen—and heard—her, sleep feels like a million miles away. Whatever she just said? Doesn’t matter. It had that romantic flair to it, or something like it, and I might be a sucker for that.
The jarring sound of morning announcements blares through the stale air for what feels like an eternity. The stone, windowless walls wrap around me like a vice, pressing down hard enough to make my heart sink. A killing game, they remind me with every echo, and yes—an adorable boyfriend exists in my life, but that only means I’m that much closer to the peril of it all. Might as well make the most of these fleeting moments, right?
“Ughhhhhh.” You groan as Hidemi wraps her dark arms around your waist, pulling you closer as if she’s trying to drink in every part of your morning grumpiness, though you wish it looked a tad better than it does.
She kisses your jaw softly before tugging your arms toward her, raising them in a hopeful plea to finally pry you from the warm cocoon of blankets, despite how much you wish to stay wrapped in comfort. But she’s excited to see ‘Mrs. Ogura!’—and you can’t help but wonder if she’s the one prying for your girlfriend’s attention. But she looks so happy, so who cares, really?
and the moment she mentions something that'll make her eyes sparkle and her day better, it’s like a switch flips and you’re up, ready to tackle whatever comes next, like a soldier charged for battle.
“pleeease amour? I wanna go grab the cotton candy grapes before Shishikura finishes them!”
and just like that, you’re on your feet.
“fine... I’m up, I’m up, Hidemi...” you groan, pushing that wild mess of hair out of your face, dragging your feet toward the bathroom just to look somewhat presentable.
you take a moment to brush through your hair, teasing out the knots until it feels all nice and soft, and then—
“can you brush my hairrrr?!” she bounces in place, practically glowing with excitement.
well, now you definitely can’t say no.
“sure, sure, sure, c’mere...” you mumble, tackling the task of taming her wild locks, encountering a maze of curls and tangles, but after a good ten minutes of playful chatter about your plans for the day, it finally runs through.
as you lean in to give her a sleepy good morning kiss, you feel that little spark of consciousness kick in. slipping into your day clothes, you don’t really care how you look—not really—but still, you want to look decent next to the girl of your dreams; it’s kind of a must.
when you grab your keys from the hook by the door, she takes your hand, practically vibrating with joy.
“c’mon! c’mon! let’s go, let’s go!” she cheers, already pulling you down the hallway, her feet barely touching the ground, wearing that biggest, cutest smile you’ve ever seen as your light, airy giggles trail behind her.
you really are happy together, huh?
I’m proud of you.
I’m proud of both of you.
for finding a slice of love, a glimmer of happiness in this world that often feels like it’s drowning in shadows and loss.
just promise not to lose each other over something silly, okay?
love each other.