A/n: I have no idea whether or not there are Crows Zero simps out there but I'm going to write for those who are. Again, I always end up writing about people walking. Also I apologize for disappearing off the internet for a little while and I think this little fic will be a good way to ease myself back into writing!
Tokio Tatsukawa x Fem!Reader
IT'S SO LOVELY LOVING YOU
"You're crazy, the matcha one is the worst flavour!" My tone holds an incredulousness, as I eye the bottle of Ramune soft drink in Tokio's grasp. "We did not go out of our way just for you to buy the worst flavour imaginable"
I scrunch my nose in faux disgust and he rolls his eyes at my dramatics, being far too used to my personality by now. I reach into the small drinks fridge myself and pull out a bottle with a watermelon label, smiling in satisfaction that they have my favourite flavour. The glass is refreshingly cold in contrast to the warmth of the afternoon.
"Well, kiss goodbye getting that thing open then because I'm not helping you" Tokio's voice comes out in it's usual rasp, plucking the drink from my hands and heading to the counter to pay for both of our drinks. I gape at his response, putting my hand over my chest in feigned offence.
"Screw you, what kind of boyfriend are you?" I tsk softly, offering a small smile to the cashier as I follow him out of the convenience store and onto the empty seaside path. The small chime of the doorway sings and the heat of the afternoon hits me once we exit the small building.
"The kind that just paid for your drink" He slows his steps so we are in sync, his hand fiddling with the plastic around the rim of the bottles.
"Okay, Mr. Bare minimum" My voice is sarcastic and a giggle escapes my lips at the chuckle that leaves him. His eyes wander over the railing and towards the sunset, I follow his gaze and breathe a sigh of content at the gorgeous sight.
The sky is painted in golden yellows and rich oranges, there's something so captivating about it. But as our stroll slows, my eyes flicker to his face. The way his features are bathed in this godly light, his dark hair sitting against his forehead and how he looks so serene in this moment. It's like a reminder of how in love I am with him. I look away softly as his head begins to turn to look at me, breathing in the smell of sea salt that's carried in on a gentle breeze. Though I can't see his face, I can tell he's having the same moment that I just did and the thought makes my heart race in my chest.
"Here" Tokio's voice is gentle and quiet. My gaze returns to him as a distinct 'POP' comes from his hands, He extends the now open drink towards me with his usual soft grin.
"Aw, I knew you loved me" I respond with a giggle, taking the cold drink from his hands and taking a small sip. I smile softly in joy at the taste, glancing over at Tokio as he does the same with his own beverage. I also catch the way he playfully rolls his eyes once again, it makes me giggle against the rim of the bottle.
"I feel like I've made that pretty obvious" His words hold the familiar weight of truth, even when his tone is teasing. I look towards him with slightly pursed lips.
"Hm, have you?" My gaze returns forwards and my finger taps my chin in pretend thought. In my peripheral, I watch as Tokio whips his head in my direction, his expression full of disbelief.
Before I can react properly, I feel his lips press against my cheek in a firm, yet natural, kiss. I turn to face him as he pulls back with a smirk, my hand raising to touch the spot on my cheek.
"Wow, not even a proper kiss" I whine softly, giving him a doe eyed look. He simply looks out towards the sunset again.
"Not with that attitude" He steps grow faster and I jog lightly to catch up. Giggling as I try to reach him, he simply dodges my hand reaching towards his back and suddenly he's running and I'm sprinting after him.
His laughs harmonize with my own and I lose myself to this moment, something about how I always feel like I'm floating when we interact. Just simply from feeling his touch or hearing his voice, it sets me between a state of ease and joy. Maybe there's something so simple that it's complex about those feelings, and maybe there is no average answer.