니키. love language

chapter three.

iii.

Actually, it isn't that easy. Of course, anything in the world wasn't meant to be.

Even before the day has officially started, he is already by your classroom, seemingly waiting for you to arrive. His figure is leaned beside the door frame, idly looking down at his shoes. You quickly walk up to him and halt, waiting for him to acknowledge your existence.

Once he notices a pair of familiar shoes in front of him, he lifts his head to catch a glimpse of you. Not even bothering to utter a few words, he points to his camera. Already knowing that you would understand what he was insinuating.

Your lips press into a thin line. "Fine, where do we take the photo? Here?"

Ni-ki takes a look around and shakes his head. "Do you even think we would be able to take a photo here? When there are so many people walking around? Use your brain sometimes, hm?" He states with the sickening voice of his. He never does fail to get on your nerves.

"I was just asking a very simple question that could've been answered with a simple yes or no." You mutter, seething through gritted teeth. He disregards your initial words and starts walking ahead of you, not even bothering to look back.

Gods from the heavens, I am asking for one day. Just one day where I could be given a chance to douse him a tub of gasoline and possibly set him on fire without any repercussions.

You try to catch up to him, but his long legs keep creating distance between the both of you. Casually trying to sprint, you try to steady your breaths. It would be too much of an embarrassment to ask him to wait for you, so you hastily try to make your steps a little bigger.

Once he finds a decent spot, he turns, only to see you from a measurable distance. You are still trying to catch up to him, and he finds himself smirking at the sight. "Hurry up, we will be late if you keep taking your time!" He adds, his voice laced with a mocking tone.

If only you were really taking your time, you were fucking running at this point.

You quickly run towards him, catching your breath. But the boy doesn't even give you time for a breather and hastily points to a spot. "There." He orders. 

He lifts his camera and mutters a countdown. "One. . .two. . three. . wait, I think I need to take another one." He suggests, eyes focused on the camera's screen. You try to patiently remain standing, not wanting to entertain another brawl between the both of you once more.

Woah, shocker, you weren't trying to start a fight today.

He takes more pictures, but still doesn't seem to be satisfied. "Another one."

Impatiently tapping your foot, you take a quick look at your watch. "Time is ticking, Nishimura. Get this over with already, we both have class." But instead of heeding your advice, he shamelessly presses an index finger on his lips, gesturing you to shut up. "Another shot, the lighting was too bright here."

"Just hurry your ass up." You interject. "Or I'll leave you here."

Ni-ki notices how annoyed you were, and naturally wanting to take a few more jabs at your patience, he keeps stalling. "This is for the school yearbook anyways; the teachers wouldn't be mad if they knew the reason."

You bite your lip, trying to physically restrain the floods of words that are begging to slip through the cracks of your lips. You are almost at your limit. "Just hurry."

The corner of his lips quirks up in amusement, a hint of sadism peeking through. "Be patient, dear president. Good things take time. You shouldn't rush it."

Brat. What a fucking brat.

"You are the bane of my existence." You blankly comment, immediately smiling once you see the teen lift his camera up to take a last shot of you.

Likewise, he thought. But he was having too much fun with this. To see you trying to subdue your emotions and to keep them at bay.

Next time, he'll make you so mad that you'll fume at the nose.