@mutherless asked:💋 from hinata bc im totally on @shrymped rn
The First 5 Asks To Send 💋 Get A Kiss (TENTATIVELY ACCEPTING)
Tonight feels like one of those nights. The air is pleasant, and the fireworks are just about to start. The night is full of promise, and of anticipation.
The Star Festival was something she'd always enjoyed, back home in Tokyo and Miyagi. (Not to talk negatively about her hometown in any way, of course, but she thinks Sendai's had just a little oomph to it.) Tanabata was something she'd done almost every year, but she'd never missed it quite so much as she had when she had moved out of Japan for the first time as a child. There hadn't been any celebrations of the festival in Chna, for example.
Which makes tonight extra special.
Brazil and Rio have brought their own plethora of surprises and joys to her life, and while it'd been a bit scary at first… Kimiko had come to love it, to tackle it head on. It helped that she had always had someone as a friendly face to guide her, of course. Raimundo and her go way back, and she's grateful a thousand times over to him for opening up his home and helping her establish a life here however he could. She can't begin to thank him for giving her the chance to teach and do martial arts again in a space she'd thought was lost to her. She's also thankful, of course, because fate has also brought Shoyo Hinata back into her life again.
Kimiko's so happy, so unbearably happy, he's here. She's so happy he's here now, though she knows that there are still moments where he misses their shared home, and feels out of place. Her heart aches for him; she knows firsthand how that feels. She wants to be there for him, but she also knows that she feels the same way every now and then. It's good to have little pockets of time and moments they can share that make them feel not quite so homesick, so the festival is a rather wonderful way to start. It feels nostalgic, really, feeling the summer night air on her skin and donning a yukata with the scent of Japanese street food in the air… With a Brazillian twist, here and there. (Kimiko finds the fusion charming, and certainly something new at any rate.) The takoyaki skewer is warm in her hand, but not quite so much as the feeling of Shoyo's tough but comforting grip on hers. Not as warm as the flush on her cheeks despite the night chill, or the sensation in her chest. It's new, but it's exciting.
The grin on her face is palpable, and she looks over just to make sure Shoyo's is present as well. More than anything, she hopes he feels just as joyful as she does in this present moment. Kimiko swings his hand in hers, gently at first. When his hand reaches a zenith, she brings her lips to it. Even if it's a fraction of the way she feels… That would be enough for now. And really, that's all she could hope for.
'Thank you for being here with me, Shoyo. It means a lot.'
