| 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄 ? / accepting !
they’re sat side by side, a coupon booklet held in between them. he holds the left side, and she the right, as he attempts to get her to read the weekend sales for herself. of course, normally, she’d be more than happy to take initiative — but it’s noon on a saturday, and she’s running out of free time. just tell me which fruits are on sale, already. we can practice later. i really need bananas. every reason she had was discarded, and kiryu instead insisted in his gentle but persistent way that she at least try.
she huffs and reviews the pictures, at first trying to see if she can cheat and get to the store faster. ❛ — the, uh matcha ice cream is half price. ❜ she mutters, hoping he’ll be satisfied. very good, he tells her, except that’s wasabi.
oof. caught red - handed.
❛ wait, seriously ?! but it’s scooped up all nicely in that bowl … damn. go figure. ❜ well .. there’s no getting out of this easy, so she just leans into him a little bit and squints at the paper. ❛ hm … cactus pears … are …fifty yen off … per kilogram. nope, i need bananas. ❜ she leans closer still, skimming the page until she finds something that looks like a much smaller banana. ❛ hey. these are a decent price. two hundred yen a bunch ? i can live with that. ❜
all of a sudden, she turns to face him and grins. ❛ — you know, the bananas in brazil are huge. we don’t really get a lot of snow, so kids would take banana leaves and slide down hills on them for fun. the leaves are huge. ❜ she uses her hands to accentuate the size, but he’s looking at her with that small, understated smile he sometimes sported whenever he was amused. it was a subtle smile — so much so that indra felt if she blinked, she’d miss it. ❛ alright, what. are you making fun of me ? ❜
he’s not — it’s just that she hasn’t even realized she’s read the fruit discounts on her own. and once she does realize, she wrinkles her nose at him to keep from grinning sheepishly. ❛ — yeah, well, it was no big deal. i had a good teacher. ❜
there’s a moment of stillness, a quietude that lacks an awkward empty space desperate to be filled. it’s peaceful, and there isn’t much time to think about his face coming closer to hers, his nose gently brushing against her own in a split second question that she answers by letting her eyelids flutter shut and closing the gap between them. the kiss is short, sweet, and they separate, but not more than a few centimeters. she peeks at him through her lashes, and when neither of them move away, nudges forward and finds his lips again.
what was the rush, anyway ?
