𝗮/𝗻: hi guys im back, i take really long breaks cus school is like almost always super busy... but the good news is i won 8thplace in a regional journalism competition recently, i looked exactly like the pic above when my name was called LOL. heading towards nationals now!
divider from @/cursed-carmine
You stare at your math homework, scrunching your nose in uncertainty. You prop up your elbow on the desk to rest your cheek up on your hand. Scribbles on top of scribbles are written on your scratch paper as you try to figure out an answer to the problem given.
A knock on your door breaks you out of your focus, "Come in!" You shout.
The knob clicks as a familiar figure walks in, its Ryu. He comes in with the usual smile on his face. His eyes scan the room, looking for something. "Hey have you seen my jacket? Kinda need it else daichi is gonna kick my ass again" He scratches his nape, troubled.
You look around before spotting it under the duvet of your bed, "Yeah...bro, its over there." You point to your bed, trying to act normal after what you had said. You knew that he hated being called 'bro', whining that its for 'teammates only!'. He much prefers being called the usual pet names. What a sappy dude.
He raises a brow, tilting his head to the side as he slowly walks to pick up the jacket. "What'd you just say?" He turns to you with dramatic slowness.
"What?" You feigned innocence, tilting your head as well, following in suit. "I said its over there?" You repeated the same statement, leaving out the 'bro' this time. "No, no, no... I mean after that. What did you call me?" He shakes his head as he sits on the floor beside your chair. He genuinely looks so bewildered you almost break out of character.
"...Bro?" You finally say.
He groans as he buries his head into your lap, "Baby... told you not to call me that" He whines, a subtle pout forming on his lips. "Why not?" You began to tease further. He grumbles in response. He knows you're playing dumb to get a rise out of him. "You know why" He responds, looking up.
"Hmm... Dont think I do..." You bring a finger up to your chin, eyes looking up with eyebrows furrowed upwards, pretending to be thinking. Its almost comical to look at. He deadpans at you, frustration growing, "You're being a brat, babe".
"No I'm not" You protest, a slight smile forming on your lips. "You totally are" He shakes his head, picking up on the subtle smile on your lips. "I'm totally not. Plus what are you even gonna do about it" You continue to argue, pushing his buttons. He squints his eyes and gave a grin, "What am I gonna do about it? I know exactly what".
He stood up before lunging at you. He wraps his arms around your waist as he began to attack your neck with obnoxiously loud, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. "Bro this Bro that! Who's the bro now, hm?" He says in between kisses. You cant help but let out laughs coming from deep within your chest. He picks you up and lays you down the bed, continuing his attack. He began to tickle at your sides. His fingers wriggling up and down.
"Y-hah!-you are!" You exclaimed in between uncontrollable giggles. "Oh I'm so hurt!" He emphasized, bringing a hand up to his chest, pretending to be offended, much dramatically.
Both of you continued till you were chasing your breaths, blanketed by each other's joy and warmth.
Neuvillette is a simple man, yet classy. He'd opt for a quiet yet elegant and intimate celebration. He'll plan it somewhere calm, perhaps by the sea to be surrounded by the calm breeze, your hair getting caught in the wind. Maybe at the scenic parts of Fontaine, or simply just in the comfort of your shared house.
He will and would make every moment count. Every hour, kiss, touch, everything.
As for gifts, his gifts would have intricate and delicate designs. All of his gifts are always well thought-out and planned days prior the celebration. The gifts could show a symbolic part for your relationship and journey with him, perhaps a bracelet or q ring; dainty jewelry. They're always meaningful and full of love.
He will accept any gift you give, if it's from you, he'll accept it. Doesn't matter if it's either store-bought or handmade, appreciation is always expected from him. Handmade gifts would touch his heart with the effort you put in them. Store-bought gifts are the same. It shows you have thought about and made an effort to buy something for him.
When midnight struck with the bells ringing, he'd have fine dining with you, giving each other a toast of appreciation for the past year. There will be warm lit lamps around you, precious flowers on a vase in the middle of your table.
Star gazing or watching the fireworks is a must. These combined with deep, long, and heartfelt conversations about your past experiences, revisiting and reflecting the year you have spent together.
Sometimes, he'd let his actions convey what he is feeling rather than his words. Both of you are sitting under the sky, admiring the bright explosions of the fireworks set out by the people of Fontaine celebrating New Year's eve. His arm around your shoulder, caressing and keeping you close to him. No words shared yet understood.
If both of you are celebrating near the city of Fontaine, during these silent moments, you'll both be listening to the music and soft sounds of people's joy and own celebration of new years.
After an hour or so, after most parts of the celebration have ended and the fireworks have died down, he'll call out to you, saying something meaningful to end the year.
After this, he'll end it with a soft kiss to your temple. His gaze longs into your eyes after.
On the way home—if celebrated outside— Neuvillette would suggest a stroll around the city of Fontaine. Sharing a few words here and there, mostly enjoying each other's company.
He's just a chill guy who wants to spend the new year's eve with his wife/husband <3
There's never a dull time when you're married to Itto, every moment is always filled with joy and excitement. If not, it can lead to fights and disagreements. However, arguments are very rare so far in your relationship with him. Why? Because every time you're in a heated fight with Itto, he always brings up how your sandwiches taste so bland a few days or hours after. He brings up the vast difference in taste between his usual PBnJ's you always pack for him to bring to his little beetle fights. Each time it becomes the topic of conversation, you tell him you made it with "hate" instead of normally making it with "love".
Normally, whenever you make it "with love", you'd use his favorite jam you always kept in stock in the fridge so it never runs out. The jam is the perfect kind of sweet. The kind that doesn't make you gag after a few bites. When you make it "with hate" however, you'd use the secret jar of organic unsweetened jam to put on his bread, making his sandwich taste all weird as he claims. The secret jar of jam is always kept at the very back of the fridge. This way, he has never thought of or seen the secret jar you keep away from him.
"I swear every time we're in the middle of our little squabbles, your sandwiches suddenly taste all weird. What's the deal with that?" Itto protests, waving his arms up and around to further deliver his claim.
"That's 'cause I made it with hate" You bite back, eyes narrowed and lips pursed.
And now, this is what you use to lessen tension and conflict between you and him, making him believe that your anger is gonna make the food taste different and weird.
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