i want you like the gum that's between my teeth
Another list catches her eye. Simply and aptly titled grand gestures, Mizuki actually pauses as her gaze travels down it, eyes widening as she absorbs the points scrawled there. Walking through a storm to deliver flowers doesn’t sound fun, but it’d certainly be a way to demonstrate the emotions tugging on her heartstrings. Remembering Murakoso’s birthday and buying her something personal and relevant may not be possible within the particular week that lies ahead, but if Mizuki plays the long game, it could certainly work. She grins as the other lists and hours of toil are practically forgotten, fading into the background as if they are wholly insignificant, and plans begin to weave themself together in her brain. And, though there’s no way she would be eloquent enough to write poetry for her, Mizuki finds herself tucking the crumpled piece of paper into her back pocket. Just in case, she tells herself.
Tsujimura always thought that, in order to confess, everything had to be planned out perfectly. Murakoso more than proves her wrong.
🩷 4.7k words | tsujikoso getting together
🩷 written for @femslashbigbang's september challenge: poetry
