@dokishy sent: ❛ 11 . a kiss on a rooftop . // yuri and norman! / accepting!
the two of them have taken to having lunch wherever they can find a secret spot. well, the spot doesn’t have to be necessarily secret, but secret enough that all you can hear is whichever one of ‘em is chattering their little head off at the moment. (it’s usually norman, but they’re trying to be nice and let yuri have a turn from time to time.) it’s great to spend time with yuri, cause she doesn’t treat them any different than she would anyone else. if anything, she treats them better than she treats others. they get a sense that she might think they’re cute, cause she keeps smiling when they get excited and slap their leg over and over. she gives them a look sometimes when she wants them to shut up, so they bite their tongue hard enough that they sometimes worry they’re gonna swallow it whole. mind always buzzing, yuri never fails to give them more ideas, and though it doesn’t seem like it, their investigator’s brain files most of it away.
norman’s been doing brainteasers, part because they like puzzles and part because they heard brainteasers help their memory and they want to remember things like titles of books yuri’s read. in the meanwhile, they’ve started carrying around a pocket notebook, one that rapidly gets filled up with their distinctive scrawl, excited thoughts getting jotted down only to not be recalled by the code words they’ve written. but that’s the thing, yuri never seems to mind their chaotic ass. every day, the two of them eat lunch together.
which, in all fairness, is really nice. norman doesn’t ever talk about what would be happening to them if she weren’t eating with them. they never talk about the kids at school that give them weird looks or worse. why put a downer on the mood? they’re just happy to be around her. and they’re even happier to be around her on the rooftop, where literally no one else is around and the wind threatens to blow them away. it’s easiest to think when they’re way up high or when they’re totally alone. well, they’re with yuri, but she barely counts as company, they’re so comfortable with her. so today they’re twiddling their pen between two fingers, then tapping it against their leg, then rocking back and forth, but mostly they’re talking about a thriller novel she’d recommended to them that’s rapidly becoming their next hyperfixation. there’d been a romance subplot in it, which had been less interesting than the main mystery, but they’d liked it for a specific reason.
the girl reminded them of yuri.
“ — and, uh, i really liked camilla, she was, i mean, she was real interestin’, more interestin’ than the hero she fell for, that’s for damn sure. this guy was — he was a snoozefest! what can i say, they don’t write protagonists for us to like, but that’s a whole other story. what i like is that camilla, she’s a doll, she stays so quiet but when she opens her mouth? everything she says, gold. she’s probably cracked the whole mystery right from the start, she’s so smart. what a gal. and i loved it when, you know, when the guy was spoutin’ bullshit, you know how he does, and she just looks at him with this, like, uhh — ‘listen buddy, none’a your theories make a lick of sense, i mean, it’s all crazy talk!’ — but of course, he doesn’t listen, so she kisses him to shut ‘im up, that was great, i mean, i loved that. i wish i had a girl that’d kiss me to shut me up. i’d never say a thing, i’d be like, ‘yes honey, i love you’ — ”
they don’t notice how yuri’s face is starting to filter red, and when she grabs onto their sleeve, they’ve completely forgotten the point of what they were talking about. they stop talking for a second, blinking at their clubmate for a few seconds to try and figure out what she wants.
“s-say something else,” she says, her face flushed red like a tomato.
“u-uh, yeah, somethin’ else? i don’t really know what you want me t’ — mph — !”
oh, very clever, they think, and then their thoughts get way less coherent. yuri’s lips are pretty, painted purple like the rest of her (well not the rest of her, just her eyes and her hair and y’know what? not the point), and norman would be a liar if they said they never thought even in passing that they’d like to kiss them. now, they’re getting the chance, and they’ll be damned if they pass it up. they kiss her back gently, sweetly, not like how some of the guys at their school do it. they kiss like they’ve got something to prove, but norman? norman doesn’t have shit. she can know whatever she wants about them. and when yuri moves away, starts to panic under the boldness of her action, they laugh brightly. “i mean, jesus. now i’m like, ‘yes honey, i love you’ — you know i thought camilla was a lot like you, now i’ve got proof.” okay, so maybe they wouldn’t shut up, but at least she got an “i love you” out of them.
