Thinking about cuddling with dark!darling (Naoka)
“Naoka,” you mumbled, curling a strand of her gorgeous hair around your finger with the utmost care. “You know id do anything for you, right?”
No one understood her like you did. Your sweet girl, degraded and called ditzy by every moron that dared to speak to her. They didn’t see how intelligent she was, how crafty she was, how divine she was. Good. You were the only person who needed to know. To see her.
She hummed in acknowledgement, her pencil scurrying across her sketchpad dutifully. Each stroke was calculated, as if one mistake tarnished it all. You hadn’t gotten the chance to take a glance, much too focused drinking her appearance in. She wanted you. Asked you to be hers, for her to be yours. With no hesitation or concern about just how devoted you were.
How many people got that? Mutual adoration? Not many. But she wasn’t most people. She won’t leave.
With a playful frown, you sat up. Your darling hasn’t looked at you directly in awhile, much too focused on her art.
“Naoka,” you whined. “Pay attention to—“
She promptly turns, cupping your face with one hand and slightly tilting it to the left. Unsurprisingly, your face warms and your mind spins and spirals. Her hand. Gently caressing your face. Without revulsion. Without flinching. Effortlessly, like loving you was the easiest thing in the world.
“You pout a lot.” She noted, without any venom in her tone, turning around once more to continue her process.
You remain silent: content, flushed, and utterly baffled.