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THERE IS A flower in his hair.
It is the only thing you have left him with. Now, you embark on a journey towards success, leaving him behind.
He had been completely fine at first. Had encountered no problems on his own journey towards intellectual enrichment and the road to riches. The local government of Kyoto really just had to conduct an inspection on the state of education of every school in the locality.
Aoi's eyes had strayed from the thick textbook in his big hands to look up at you. He told himself it would just be a quick look at his favorite person. His girl. His beautiful little love. He did deserve a bit of a reward for even opening this stupid textbook.
You had tucked a drifting lock of hair behind your ear the exact moment he glanced up at you. Pursed that pretty mouth of yours in what he could see was absolute concentration, the kind he has only ever seen you emanate when you were pounding your fists into the flesh of a fragile curse.
He sniffles quietly at the ethereal sight of you. Aoi prays that more gusts of wind slip in from the open window, that the sun would shine upon your glorious countenance with even more dazzling shafts of sunlight. That the wind that now shifts your hair bring the refreshing scent of those same locks to him.
How he becomes a poet who can write heaping verses about you when he has never read a single book in his life. He is so, so in love.
"Aoi," you say out of the blue. He snaps out of his lovesick daze, pulling his chin up from an outstretched hand.
"Yes, my darling?"
You almost falter at the sweetness of the name and the love in his eyes. "I... just—just go back to your reading. I won't be able to concentrate if you keep looking at me like that." You shoot him a pointed look of your own, pushing the textbook further into his hands.
He takes one of your hands in a delicate grasp before you can pull them back. You flush red with an embarrassing quickness.
"But I can't focus, darling. I just can't," he says, bringing your hand to his face. You bow your head to hide the rogue burning across your cheeks. How easy it is for him to make you this way.
"What am I supposed to do about it?" you question, the accusation a jumble of indistinct gibberish. He can barely hear you, but Aoi listens with the ears of a keen predator. He always pays incredible levels of attention to your every word.
"If we could just stay like this..." He nuzzles into your hand, eyes closed in reverence. "Then maybe I'll be able to concentrate."
You straighten once more to scowl at him in annoyance. "How am I supposed to study, then?"
He nudges a kiss into your palm. "Stay there."
Aoi claps his hands, and now he sits next to you, his shoulder meeting yours, his leg leaning into your own. You grow even more flustered.
"I won't be able to focus like this...!" you protest. Ruffled beyond comprehension. He's so close. So big next to you. You can feel the solid outlines of the muscles bulging from his shoulders.
"Come here then," he says. Large hands grasp your waist. In one effortless motion he is able to pull you onto his lap and trap you there with his arms.
OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD.
"Okay! Let's start." He speaks with his head perched on your shoulder. Eyes roving over the meaningless words on your textbook as he reads them to you with an enthusiasm you would not have thought could be exercised while discussing the method by which a smart-ass could find the function of x.
"The first question we have here is... if you were to use..." He squints at the text. "Syn—synthe... syntheti—uh, (Y/N), how do you say this?"
"Synthetic division," you tell him in a quiet mumble. He turns his head to you, lips nearly meeting your cheek.
"Sorry? How do you say it?"
"Synthetic division," you repeat, burrowing further into him so that his playful mouth remains far, far away from you. If you were to kiss him now... well.
"Ah. Got it." He shifts his attention back to the text. "So! If you were to use synthetic division on the equation x with three sitting on its head, two x with another two that has its ass on top of it, and—"
You burst out into loud laughter, face growing into a happy beam of light. Aoi feels his heart swell as he gazes at you in wholehearted affection, though with the slightest tinge of confusion.
I have no idea why she's laughing, he ruminates this in his head, They are sitting on each others' heads.
"Give me" —you wheeze— "My damn—textbook—back! You dumbass!"
"Not without a kiss." It is a line of teasing he has never followed, but the smile on you... he could cry if you smiled even an inch wider.
You scoff. Though your face is still a wild shade of red. "You're such a sap, you know that?"
"Please," he asks softly, with such sincerity you come alive with butterflies.
"Of course, you big doofus."
The flower tucked into the long strands of hair on his head falls to adorn your own locks as you kiss him.
