KamiJirou-Dreaming

Idiotic Love

Walking out of Charles de Gaulle Airport and stepping into the luxury bus, Kyouka felt quite rejuvenated. After the slightly embarrassing episode of Denki and the plane smell, she had allowed herself to lean upon him for the majority of the ride.

Ugh, he was absolutely the biggest idiot in the world. By far, the most idiotic being to step foot upon this Earth, no, in this universe. Who smells the damn airplane?! Kyouka sighed in exasperation.

"Should I be worried he's the love of my life?" Kyouka murmured internally, "Doesn't that mean my type's full of idiots?"

Kyouka shook her head from her thoughts as she sank into her seat on the luxurious seat. The velvet-like cushion just seemed to conform to her arched back, the spongey backside filling the slight curl in her back. She leaned backwards, letting her head fall on the headrest behind her. Kyouka sighed as her body relaxed, the mood she had awoken with returning in full fervor.

Perhaps it was meant to be, for Denki, sat to her left, pulled down the blinds and opened his own reading light, recognizing she wanted more rest. But he, a creature of habit, could not sleep and therefore chose to indulge in literature such as Hemingway and Shakespeare.

But perhaps a much more concerning problem was his girlfriend. In practice anyways, they had not gone to formalize it in word and pen, but make-out sessions, dates, and nights spent cuddling certainly put them 3/4 the way there.

Denki knew, with terrifying experience, that a cranky Kyouka was an unreasonable one, and even her love of him would not save him from the torture she would impose on him. So, like all good male significant others, Denki respected her space, only going so far as to ease her head into his shoulder and throw his jacket over her small form.

He wasn't a prude. He was a gentleman when the situation required it, a flirt for fun, and a sweet guy who knew how to be the life of a party, more so when he cooked for one.

Kyouka sighed in contentment for what seemed the millionth time in just a few weeks. She knew why though. In other words, the ring was all but bought and their wedding papers all but signed.

Her idiot, alright.

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Denki was in the middle of reading Hamlet, when he spotted the drab green of a military uniform. His red beret seemed to stick out from the mostly green and brown earth tones, his badges and rank proudly displayed on his right breast and both of his arms were adorned with his chevrons and little informational trinkets.

He was one in a crowd, as Denki could see many soldiers just like the one in front of him guarding the building. Above the entrance, Denki's eyes were drawn to the golden glint from the black sign, it's opulent borders plated in gold which reflected the mid-day sun, a brilliant light reflecting onto their bus. Inside, past the guards and checkpoints, Denki could see student milling around in the school yard, exchanging pleasantries or just sitting outside on small benches.

Denki, although already sure of the answer, looked up to the glittering sign. It read, in gold letters, "L'Académie Française des Héros", or The French Heroes Academy. Perhaps the military presence was for the ball that was supposed to take place in a week's time?

Denki yawned as the thought seemed to slip his mind. It didn't really matter anyways, the ball was a week away, and he had already planned his next moves leading up to what could be a wonderful night. Denki looked away from the window and onto the girl sleeping on his shoulder.