Declaration Ch2
A continuation of my Amami x Iruma fic that I posted before.
Available on AO3
Part 1
Settling into things was... difficult to say the least. At least, Miu sure thought it was. Rantarou seemed all too comfortable falling into a pattern of displaying affection and good morning texts. The way he easily greeted her and took her out on dates. It was certainly romantic; very charming and attentive. But Miu couldn't help but feel she wasn't keeping up with him. Like she owed more to him. She didn't feel as romantic as Rantarou seemed to be able to pull of so simply and with such small amounts of effort. Every act seemed like it took several stages of planning for her while Rantarou could just… do it. Without a care, without a sweat. She was so unused to someone ACTUALLY taking her out to dinner first. And Amami Rantarou really was a gentleman. No joke. Just a sickeningly sweet kind of bastard. The kind that just wormed his way into your heart whether you wanted it or not. And it only got worse the more you did. Miu was never unfamiliar with feeling lonely. However, after starting her relationship with Rantarou she was rarely left to her own devices anymore. He seemed attached to her side. Walking her to class, joining her for lunch, helping around in her lab. It was like she suddenly had a shadow. Not in a creepy way; more like a Peter Pan kind of way? Miu was new to this kind of thing.
And sometimes, she wouldn’t be able to help her relapses. She never wanted anyone to get too close… too deep. Well, emotionally at least. She didn’t want them to see her lack of self worth or how damaged she was.
If Miu could fuck someone for an hour and walk away with no connection or any strings attached? She was golden. But this? She’d never even touched Rantarou - hadn’t even kissed him! But this boy had come to know more about her than any other human being. Even Kiibo or Kaede.
He knew she got lonely during thunderstorms and needed cuddling and validations. He knew her favorite game was Kirby’s Epic Yarn and could play that shit for hours on end. Rantarou knew exactly how to calm her down, even just by holding her hand. The guy was like a tall, lanky comfort blanket.
And Miu didn’t know how to deal with this. Didn’t understand how quickly he had entered her life and consumed it. How she grew to think about him constantly. How she grew to want him constantly. How she grew to need him by her side.
It wasn’t an obsession, per say.
It was new and it was thrilling. But it was scary.
And she wanted more.
Amami Rantarou knew how to count his blessings. He had a loving family. He did well in school and had a good fashion sense. He had an amazing girlfriend who he was falling for further and further each and every day he was with her.
He’d liked her for a long time before she’d agreed to going out with him. Though, the reasons he fell for her wasn’t as apparent as people liked to assume or joke about. Sure, Rantarou wasn’t blind; Miu was gorgeous. Long, curly strawberry blonde hair. Stormy blue-gray eyes. Lovely, supple curves.
But, he knew there was more. So much more.
She had a heart. She had a mind. She had a soul.
Miu was an individual who felt and felt strongly. She was someone who could be wracked with emotion. Previously, the blonde came off as standoffish and cold. Rantarou quickly learned otherwise. Once she got attached to someone, that was it. They were in her life and she theirs; she was bonded to them indefinitely. That was it; she was that loyal. All it took was getting in and not many people attempted to do so.
She had a brilliant mind. So clever and intelligent. Miu had an incredible imagination and could apply her creativity to science and math in order to create. To bring her thoughts into fruition. She could go through geometric equations in moments and was a great help to have with his navigation homework, he had to admit. An unforseen plus to the relationship, for sure.
Miu was hurt by her past. But that was okay. More than okay.
He needn’t fix her; she may have been harmed or used, but she wasn’t broken. Never broken. He wouldn’t let her think that anymore. Wouldn’t let her believe that anymore. It was his new goal to let her know how wonderful she was. To convince her she was stunning. To invigorate her.
He would worship her. Let her know she was more than worthy and that it was him who needed to be found worthy of her. Wouldn’t think of touching her until she knew it was out of love and adoration and not greed. Not out of obsession or possession. She wasn’t his to own.
Rantarou wouldn’t ever let her feel alone again. He tagged along with her and would humor her while she pretended it annoyed her. They both knew she appreciated the newfound company.
He would watch children’s cartoons with her and wouldn’t question everything like he assumed most people would. Though, sometimes he just had to ask questions. Like why a yellow rat creature would be more powerful than a large dragon beast. Miu’s offended expression told him he had much to learn. They didn’t discuss Pokemon and Digimon in the same conversation anymore, after he goofed and asked the difference between the two.
They would go out for strawberry milkshakes - the kinds they shared with a heart shaped straw - after shopping dates. He loved shopping with Miu. Love, love, loved it. He adored being able to see her in different clothes that she modeled shyly for him. The way she twirled in a new sky blue skirt. The way she peered questioningly at a pink cardigan, asking his opinion. And he would say he loved it because the sight of Miu in a pink sweater was the cutest damn thing he’d ever seen in his life.
And, as time grew on, he found out that he was absolutely dedicated to her. He already knew he was in deep from the get go, but he couldn’t imagine his days without her after having Miu in them. He didn’t even want to think about it - didn’t want to even consider it. Iruma Miu was one of those people that, once you had her in your life, you couldn’t let go.
Rantarou knew, as time went on between the two of them, that this was the girl he wanted to marry. And he had that thought after so many moments, both random and not so much, as time carried on.
I’m going to marry this girl… echoed in his mind as they shared their first kiss, gentle and tender beneath the fluttering shades of pink of falling cherry blossoms.
She’ll be the death of me… he would think as they graduated from Hope’s Peak and discussed the possibilities of moving in together.
I want to be with her forever… was all he could conceptualize as they shared their first night together, gentle and slow and just so full of love as he showed her the way she deserved to feel. The way she deserved to be treated. I’ll worship her.
Amami Rantarou was going to cherish this girl he had confessed to on that day oh so long ago. He was going to love her and treat her like a goddess and there was nothing she or anyone else could do to stop him. He made his declarations of love to her, both of them knowing her protests were in vain. The two didn’t know what life was without the other after, and with promises of marriage and children on the horizon, neither of them wanted such a life anyway.