≈Cotton Candy≈

≈I: If the Current Sinks≈

[A/N]

"A fluff piece? From you!? Nah, this might be a trap," you say.
Though not entirely true.

This may be an apology to the Kei simps and a present to that one Full_time_Kei_Simp guy. I hear he's a "Kei simp" or something? From what I heard, the guy loves Kushida.

≈If the Current Sinks≈

Just two weeks in their graduated life, Ayanokōji Kiyotaka couldn't help but cheer internally like a child, as the thought of utilizing to the fullest the drop of freedom he was granted. With Karuizawa Kei at his arms, as well as a pack of wishes in tow, the moment they stomped over the puddle of what's gone, the lovers plunged into lakes of release...

"Kiyotaka--"

As the two racked their brains over where to reside, Kei's cousin welcomed them kindly to her home. It was a quaint, yet modern Japanese house; like the life they hope to live one day, it was simple and comfortable. Blowing trees rambled around the house, and a hyōsatsu[1] in cedar wood with the name "Karuizawa", graced it.

"Hey, Kiyotaka--"

At times, the couple would go on evening dates to savour the Tokyo lights tinting their skin, or go on a journey for the spring winds on Mt. Takao, but they'd mostly choose to sink into the cloudy cuddle of a futon while a silky duvet laid about their skin.

"--ou listening?"

Everything. Every bit of it was a novel experience like no other. Kiyotaka yearned to encounter more, much more invigorating excursion with her.

"Ahh! Mouu~--"

While her raucous complaints were jarring to some, to him though, he thought of it as an enchanting melody, like the chirping of birds. To what she found as unrefined with her being, he could merely shake his head in disagreement. Sometimes he'd add: "You couldn't be any more wrong, Kei". And the comical attempts she's made at taking over the kitchen, oh, she only ever achieved to take over his devotion.

"Hmph!"

As the final grains of sand trickled down the hourglass, he soon realized that there are mountains of value in simply admiring the rippling waves of the sea.

"..."

In her summery company, his wintry past seems to just melt away with the breeze. Although he may be second to none, the sense of powerlessness she ignites within him was entertaining. He did not want to shepherd this movie's end. If there came a chance to feast his eyes on this special film once again, he wouldn't let a drop of rain touch soil before his fingers could obtain it.

"...Ki--"

Yet, what may this flooding feeling be?

"--yo--"

What's this rough, billowing torrent welling up the air?

"--ta--"

What's this high tide sneaking its surge into his mind?

"--ka."

What's this?

"Ah. What is it, Kei?" Swimming away from his thoughts, he finally responded.

"Huh‽ Don't "what is it, Kei?" me!" She puffed her cheeks like a squirrel.

Witnessing such a winsome sight, his eyes overcrowded with tenderness, as he sighed at his girlfriend while internally adoring her amusing behaviour.