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Digits quickly pressed into the fabric, lips slightly wobbling as they pressed together and he plopped his forehead upon the broadened side of Haruka’s shoulder. Of course, he’d not expected to get any sort of gift, maybe something small, akin to a trinket; not for his birthday— but for Christmas since they were close together. It always was such a bothersome trifle; being born so close to the shopping holiday that required to give small presents out, anyway. It felt like majority of his wishes for turning a year older was after the inverval of the holiday and new year. That’s how his parents always chose to address it, at least; oh, Rei is another year older—waiting until the family at least had the day of Christmas to spend together. They’re not normally liable to linger on the Eve nor afternoon of the following day; but it is better then having no one home at all. ‘Are your parents not going to be home,' he wanted to ask, but right now it sounded too insensitive. ‘Aren’t you going to leave for the holiday weekend?' He’ll miss Haruka-senpai horrendously if that were the case. Especially since he was uncertain of when the elder might depart. He’ll miss the chance to actually return the sentiment of a gift. Though, he cannot knit like this. He cannot simply conjure something up, he’d been thinking about getting him something petite like a charm that he could carry around. Vaguely, the butterfly knew of the upperclassman’s likes; even then, he doubted that it would be the right gift to bestow to someone so precious. Haruka had allowed him into his life, without hesitation, and for the normally isolated boy the meaning behind such an offer is substantial. Just as it had taken time for Rei to actually return the stability of believing that his place is alongside them, doubts and strengths are one part of feeling ‘love’ for those you care about. Sometimes, you choose to care about them more then even yourself—.
Allowing himself the freedom to pull back from their mutual embrace, the coloration of his facial structure is not primarily due to the sudden drop in Iwatobi’s weather. Puff. Puff puff puff—.
‘Important to you.' He mused silently, feeling his heart flutter and palpitate as his pigmentation grew even darker. Blinking away the sudden emotion that was overflowing in his eyes, he sniffed and pulled the hem of the newly knitted scarf toward his mouth. 'That is all I need to be.' Shifting his weight from one leg to the adjacent, he watched as mist coiled out from even underneath the folded fabric. Palms pressed to the enlarged, slimmed plate of his freestyle swimmer. His most precious idol, his close friend, teammate—. B-boyfriend, m-maybe. "You are important to me too, Haruka-senpai. C-can, well—." Is it truly alright to inquire about this, he supposed they’d had deeper and more painful conversations then this. But the very last thing he wished to accomplish is belittling Haru’s perception. "Do you want to spend Christmas at my house?"
Tender and impassioned is the moment, feeling very endeared at the overflow of gratitude from the male who has captured his heart. The male who has inspired the once terribly introverted male to step out of his shell and venture forth. Ever since they began to gravitate towards one another, it has been quite the journey of various experiences and each of them merely aided in exploring their feelings for one another. Shown in how far they've come together, the elder noted as he nuzzled the youth's neck, breathing in his clean scent as they savored the moment.
They pulled away, yet the closeness of their frames remained, pleasant as always is the physical connection with the butterfly, he long realized and grown to love. Once the youth is within his field of vision, he is enamored by the sight of him clad in the very gift he gave, understanding of the rosy hues that stain his face and the wave of emotions garnered within the amethyst gaze. The dolphin immediately comprehended that his words, message and feelings succeeded in reaching out to the beautiful heart of his partner. Allowing his features to soften into a tender expression before they were intervened by surprise at the inquiry.
"Christmas..." he repeated in utmost astonishment. In reality, the azure male had been silently hoping for the chance exactly that, or at least to celebrate his boyfriend's birthday with him, or even with the presence of his family if he so wishes for it. Gripped with his own rampant emotions, the fingers dug in gently into he strong back of his lover as lips parted then closed, at lost for words before he gathered his composure. "I do...I want to be with you..." he nearly croaked, inlaid with joy. A holiday he is definitely keen to share with his beloved. His parents? As far as he knew, they don't plan to return home nor have they asked him to venture to the main city to stay with them. In fact, the previous year, he had spent it alone. Prior to that, when his grandmother was still alive, they'd celebrate it alone, usual exchange of greetings, share festive meals, present gifts then that is all.
As the previous years have been one of accepted solitude, now to be blessed with the chance to be with the person he is enamored with....
He is happy.
Meekness sprouted across his features in the form of rosy hues, sapphire hues flashing with happiness as they flicked to the framed gaze. Slackened lips pressed and curved into a genuine smile as he lovingly pressed their foreheads together. "I really do." It's as if the cold weather has become non-existent as the prospect of forming even more memories with the butterfly warmed his entire being. "I'd love to. On your birthday too, if you want."
Rissa: OMFG
Rissa: STOP MAKING IT WORSE
Rissa: JDWIJWDJ
Rissa: WIJWJEJWEJ
Rissa: OMFG RIKI FLIRTING
Rissa: JWIOJWJE
Rissa: .........DWI SHRIEKS THESE TW---THE SMILE
Rissa: OMFG
Rissa: JDWOJWOJWOE
Rissa: SHRRRIIIEEKKSS SO DONE
Rissa: WITH U TWo
Rissa: GOD
Rissa: DWJIDW OMFG HOW THEY LIGHT---
Rissa: THIS IS OUR LAST DEEP KISS
Rissa: OMFGJDWOIDWD
ƸӜƷ•·.·´¯`Lily: I think this is the first time I've seen you as emotional as me
ƸӜƷ•·.·´¯`Lily: oh tonight is a good night
catch of the day!
for the harurei request. thank you.
ƸӜƷ•·.·´¯`Lily: [[… I swear to god Haruka if you are carrying around mackerel...]]
Rissa: [...he wouldn't carry around mackerel omfg--- ]
ƸӜƷ•·.·´¯`Lily: [[ARE YOU SURE. ARE YOU SURE????]]
Shaking his head back and forth, the thinned locks of cobalt brushed over his flushed cheeks as he attempted to clear his throat. Riding up the knitted fabric, pressing it close to his nose on instinct. Going as far as to lightly take in the scent of the knitted fabric; it looked expensive, and he was shocked that Haruka even had such a talent. Though, considering he lived alone, he probably had to repair a lot of his clothes. All that the butterfly swimmer managed to learn was the semi-artesian level of sewing; simply because he was far too fickle to run around some shopping area alone to buy new clothing. Pulling down the hem, he found himself gazing almost in awe at the elder; his upperclassman had chosen to give him this— solely on a whim? ‘He is worried about me getting a cold, again?' The butterfly swimmer of Iwatobi is a little off-set by that; his cheeks flustering as he stumbled over his thoughts. Unable to properly keep himself affirmed; someone he took after so much is concerned over his wellbeing. It is a sentiment he has longed for, quite often— dismissed it more often then not, as well. "Ah—t-thank you very much," bowing his head in the utmost courtesy, he found himself smiling despite the embarrassed reaction. So much thought had gone into this, and he did not have any form of present to offer in exchange.
“I like it very much, Haruka-senpai,” truly grateful that the other had thought of him. Perhaps because his birthday is so close to Christmas it was meant to take that position. Even if November had just started—. He traced over the embroidered part. It definitely had taken quite the talented hand to make such precise stitches in the curved formation of a butterfly. "It is truly beautiful, I-I honestly love it. Thank you, thank you so much." Even though he is knowingly repeating himself, the emotion behind each gracious gesture of thanks is even more emotional then the last. Reaching out, he cautiously ensnared his arms around Haruka. Pulling him inward, toward his torso—. "Thank you for thinking of me."
There is the pleasant stir of warmth within the dolphin's chest upon seeing the male's reaction to his gesture, merely granting him the small uplift of his mouth, a gentle gaze of sapphire hues. It had not been the least bit troublesome, even the sewing part as he is accustomed to it. "Obaa-chan taught me before..." he confirmed softly, smooth texture of the back of his knuckles smoothed across the thick fabric. Left to repair his own clothes and there had been times he'd idly experiment, but nothing to extravagant, merely whatever he felt like creating. So, it was the perfect opportunity and skill to use when he decided to come up with this gift to him. Something he can cherish and use at the same time. Something that'd remind the male of him. Sentimental, but he somehow knows the youth favors such thought and would feel the same.
His smile broadened a notch at the expression of gratitude, rewarding him with a small, gracious nod, accepting it fully. Utmost satisfied and pleased as he observed the male admire the gift in its entirety, something personalized and branded with his own name. It is a rarity for the dolphin to execute such gestures, but over time, he has changed and he has chosen to express his own feelings through his actions aside from verbal means. Convey how he cares and thinks about him.
"Mmmm..." Before he is drawn with a subtle expression of astonishment when the butterfly seemed overwhelmed, reiterating his gratitude more than once before compressing their frames together into a tender embrace. The action never denied, never, and fully requited.
"Rei..." Lapsed awe before he eased to encompass his partner within his arms, face snug against his neck. The feeling slightly different before as there is the knitted fabric obscuring him from able to press a kiss along the pulse like before. Nevertheless, the kiss was relayed through a brush along his jawline, smiling against the supple flesh. "You're welcome and of course...you're important to me, Rei." Strong digits curled gently before he lovingly rubbed along the male's spine, brushing up against him until they're pressed snugly on to one another. Warmth and heartbeats shared directly. Wasn't it like this before? That one time Rei skipped practice after he opened up to him about his past. All of them ventured to his home, directly projecting their genuine concern for him.
"Always." As he'll always love him.
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“—Mmpph?” Sudden weight on his shoulders, ensnared around his mouth. Or, at least the lower half. He parted his lips, almost spitting out some of the knitted cashmere. He’d forgotten how cold it’d gotten, but—. Isn’t it ironic that he gained a scarf from his senior swimmer over his own parents. "A—ah, thank you, senpai." But, isn’t it too early to be giving gifts—? In Iwatobi, due to being in such close proximity to the ocean; they get ample amounts of cold-fronts and zephyrs. The mist puffing from between his lips is not solely due to the drop of his body temperature by 10.6 degrees. Just a rough assumption, of course.
Once the scarf was secured around the youth's neck, the azure male leaned against him, toned arms wrapped loosely around the trimmed waist as his chin nestled upon a shoulder. "Mmm...you're welcome...to keep you warm..." his quiet murmur as relaxation seeped in from being close with his partner. He noticed right away how often the butterfly combed through his daily life without one and decided to procure one specifically for him. Not wishing for him to fall ill once more.
"Do you like it?" He'd selected one of rich, dark violet, having long noted it's a color the butterfly favored above all others. Then he decided to add his own touch to it, capable of such crafts, he'd done a simple embroidery of the youth's name along one end with a small butterfly to compliment it, replacing the dot over the letter 'i'. Such thoughtfulness conveyed with the simplistic stitches; within the gift itself.
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Free! Editing Challenge.
Scenery; "I feel like we can go anywhere."
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