#thehandthatrocks

[eyesofcuriosity]

@thehandthatrocks​

Ever since she started working in a small cafe in Morioh, she was slowly  memorizing the regular customers. One of them being the teen named Okuyasu. At first she was honestly a bit wary of him, but soon she learned he was a rather endearing boy.

Seeing him cry was honestly concerning. What kind of person would ignore other person cry for help though? Still in her cafe uniform she offers him a gentle smile and a pat on his broad back. 

“Its better to let it all out. Might make few things a little easier for you” 

Quickly she leaves him be to get something from the cafe. And soon she returned placing a plate with a chocolate cake on it. “Please have this, its my treat! After all they sweets give you energy that you need and well.....it might do you good!”

[hopingforjustice]

@thehandthatrocks said: ❝ I’m right here, I promise. I’m not going anywhere. ❞ concern meme.  /  accepting.

ㅤ ㅤ A source of hope and tenderness, everything she wanted to be. No one who approached her with sad eyes and a tearful voice could leave her in the same way. Starving for affection, a dire case of skin hunger, always wanting more and more just to fill her void with what others offered — sympathetic looks, attentive ears, shoulders to cry on. This was both a blessing and a curse, though. All the despair needed to be locked up in the darkest corner of her heart, because if she fell the others would fall too, so she needed to stay on her feet at any cost... But the eyes are the mirror of the soul, reflecting everything that seemed to be hidden. It would only take a moment and Okuyasu would be able to read every bitter word engraved in those shades of pink. That was why she avoided his face at first, her graceful head tilted slightly to one side, but still allowing a glimpse of her melancholy expression. She would be absolutely unable to turn her back on him, regardless of how broken she might be. Heavy concern on his gaze hit her like a slap, it should be different! It was Reimi’s duty to comfort him, to give him a good time, because she realized that sometimes she was his only refuge, a steadfast rock beneath his feet. 'I certainly hope not', the answer she would offer under normal conditions, with a playful teasing and the sweetest smile just for him... But she couldn't.

ㅤ ㅤ Even with him right in front of her Reimi was still reluctant. Her gaze wandered over his shirt, lost in some detail more important than it looked, because she knew that this way the long eyelashes would help to cover the sadness in her eyes, giving her enough time to invent some excuse. Even so, Okuyasu's gentle voice overwhelmed her thoughts right away, every bit of her suddenly attracted by his gesture of fondness. Some of the tension in her shoulders melted away, stillness was palpable as her figure finally lost its strictness, only to make room for lips pressed together into a straight line. She had never wanted a hug so much before... So her body followed a slow path towards him, arms tightly wrapping around his as if searching for protection, understanding, shelter. Burying her face against his chest — the pleasant warmth enveloping her, as well as the scent that meant a home to her, and his heart beats that she felt despite the fabric that separated them. Small hands slid around his rib cage, gently bringing their bodies so close that their contours lined up to a perfect fit. ❝ I’m sticking with you— I will be with you. ❞ She said, her voice muffled as she pressed herself tight, allowing herself this moment to fully lean on him, take some of the strength he readily offered. A sob constricted her throat, cutting off any detailed explanation or emphatic acknowledgment.

[hopingforjustice]

@thehandthatrocks  /  cont. from x.

ㅤ ㅤ Perhaps their meeting was the result of a tremendous stroke of luck, at least for Okuyasu. There was no need to say anything, the expression on his face made it clear that something bad had happened. Despite the countless questions accumulating in her mind, the most urgent things had to be resolved first — so she convinced him to sit down and not move anymore, while his wound received a thorough inspection. Far from being an expert, at least Reimi knew how to recognize a serious injury when she saw one. The isssue about the level of pain was more a method of corroborating her suspicions than anything else, but the prolonged silence offered in response attracted her attention right away. Was the pain so bad that he could barely speak? Pink eyes looked back at him, a little anxious from the delay, a brief sigh escaping her lips only when he spoke again. ❝ Of course I’m going to worry, at least for a few more hours... Until I’m sure everything is going to be okay. ❞ Some types of wounds needed to be observed, and she didn't want to leave anything to chance. Even if he was embarrassed, it was still better than going to the hospital. ❝ But I’m glad you are feeling a little better already. ❞ Her tone was tender, his reassuring smile causing her to imitate the gesture automatically.

ㅤ ㅤ Her gaze remained locked on his for a few moments, then wandering over his face, looking for signs of suffer or discomfort or anything else that people in those conditions felt. Okuyasu's reaction showed that he was willing not to be sincere if it meant settling her down, even if it was absolutely unnecessary. As a matter of fact, Reimi knew this dubious method like nobody else, since she did it practically all the time. The very thought of making others worried terrified her, considering herself unworthy of so much care and consideration when everyone already had their own problems to deal with. However, no one should think or act in this way as damaging as it was unfair, and recognizing him as an equal made her heart break into a thousand pieces. ❝ So, are you going to tell me what happened? ❞ A singular lightness was noticeable in her now, especially in the way of speaking. Her gaze avoided his intentionally, pretending to be paying attention to something else — so he could express himself without the overwhelming weight of her eyes on him. ❝ I won’t scold you, I promise. ❞ Her voice dropped to little more than a whisper, almost like a secret between them, and this thought alone brought a slightly mischievous gleam to her eyes.

[hopingforjustice]

@thehandthatrocks said: ❝ Don’t stop stroking my hair... ❞ physical contact starters.  /  accepting.

ㅤ ㅤ Undeniably tired, she thought as soon as Okuyasu approached her. It could just be that old tendency to exaggerate things because of her constant concern, something he must be used to at that point. Still... Just asking him didn't seem like the appropriate reaction. Insisting on him to tell what was going on was not an option at all — especially when there was a much better one. Without saying a word but always moving slowly Reimi sat down, her thighs put together. Two gentle pats on them, her warm gaze locked on his since it was more than a request or negotiation. When he lay down, his head resting on her lap gently, she bent over him just a little bit. One hand on his chest, unmoving as if fearing to miss a single heartbeat, or his calm breathing. Her other hand carefully touched his hair, starting at his temple and moving up little by little, sliding to the back of his head, then repeating the gesture over and over. So soft and silky, it seemed to fit her touch perfectly, as if existed just for that. Her fingers ran through it, some locks tickling her skin, never in an uncomfortable way. Fingertips caressed his scalp even more delicately, to make tension leave his neck and shoulders.

ㅤ ㅤ Centered on the task, a tender smile that bloomed across her face went unnoticed. It was a natural, instantaneous reaction every time he was around. At first her focus was on his hair, but she couldn't help admiring him entirely, their proximity allowing a close look at every detail. There was not a single thing that Reimi didn't like about him, or that failed to make her heart flutter. Eyes and eyebrows, always so expressive; nose and cheeks, she could kiss without ever getting tired; scars and chin, touched with the same care as now; and then his lips... So absorbed that her hand almost stopped, Okuyasu immediately drew her attention to it. His pout was adorable, puppy dog eyes that always made her melt. ❝ I’m sorry, I got distracted. ❞ Her voice ever so gentle, barely more than a whisper — sinking her fingers into his hair a little more to demonstrate that her intention was to make that moment last forever. Concentration returned to the initial captivation, her smile widened. ❝ You know I’m messing your hair up, right? ❞ Some amusement injected into her voice, fully aware that he didn't care, knowing his answer before it rolled off his tongue.

[hopingforjustice]

@thehandthatrocks said: ❝ I know it’s supposed to be girls doin’ this today, but, uh... Here. ❞ He bashfully hands her a not very skilfully wrapped up, heart-shaped chocolate box. ❝ The lady at the shop wouldn’t let me leave without buyin’ it. She even gave me a discount ‘cause I’ve been eyeing it the whole time I was there... And she told me to give it to the, um... T-To the girl I was thinkin’ about... ❞ valentine’s day!  /  accepting.

ㅤ ㅤ His voice sounding so close out of nowhere made Reimi leave whatever she was doing to lift her face up — an expression of happiness already spreading across her features for having recognized him right away. Pink eyes didn't have long to notice that shyness in his mannerisms, the messy wrapping of the chocolate box attracting her attention for being so... Singular. Until then she only saw perfectly arranged gifts around, everyone wanting to impress the chosen person no matter what, but Okuyasu preferred to do that for himself, even not being very skilled. It warmed her chest, and what he said afterwards made her melt a little bit. She took the box with great care, admiring his clumsy work with an almost imperceptible smile at first, but widening more and more as his words sank into her heart. When their eyes met again, her shades of pink were even warmer than usual. ❝ I’m so glad to know that you thought of me. ❞ This would definitely leave her thinking about him for a while, too. If that was his intention from the very beginning, well, it worked.

ㅤ ㅤ It took her a few seconds to realize that, while all these thoughts swirled in her mind, she stood in front of him like a fool, staring at him but not really seeing anything. A mixture of shame and embarrassment washed over her, lips suddenly pressed into a straight line to keep from nervous laughing at her own foolishness. A sign of stress, as well as the small dose of adrenaline running through her veins, making it impossible to stay still. Reimi needed to do something, preferably not embarrass her further — but it wasn't as if the rational part of her was in control of things now. On the contrary, it was not the brain that told her to approach him, a hand resting on his shoulder while she stood on tiptoe to reach his face. She pressed her lips to Okuyasu’s cheek, an affectionate kiss that lasted a little longer than usual. When she pulled away, her cheeks were as pink as her hair. ❝ Happy Valentine’s Day! Maybe... Do you want to share the chocolate with me? ❞ She gave him puppy eyes, shamelessly using her charms to make him stay a little longer.