Muinezu Stories/ Entries Week 2

❥Chapter 3: 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢, ☀︎︎

Summary:

In which Muichiro hates summer. Nezuko just makes it more bearable.

Muichiro hated summer.

(Modern Au-oke enjoy :v)

The soft whir of the aircon filtering through the house was the only thing he heard. That and the quiet ticking of the clock that seemed to drown against the muffled music from his neighbours. He resisted the urge to grab a pair of scissors and chop through his hair, barely dragging himself over to his bedroom window to open it in his desperation.

The world was barely falling asleep, he realized, listening to the cars flying past in the distance and birds singing above his head. The sun painted his neighbourhood in pretty oranges and yellows, the sky a bright pink that might've put even the prettiest corals to shame.

He relished in the little breeze that came through, huffing when it vanished just as quickly as it came. The window didn't stay open for long, with Mui closing it sorrowfully when he didn't see what he wanted to outside.

He hated summer.

When he was younger, he might've appreciated it more, arms hanging limp by his side as he carried himself downstairs. There was nothing like setting up a tent in the backyard with his older brother, faces flushed and bellies full as they ran around trying to catch all lightning bugs they could. Summer meant trips to the beach with his family, windows down and voices loud as they drove along the highway.

But now summer wasn't that "cool" anymore. How could it be when his brother spent most if not all his time in hospitals, trying and failing to get used to every prosthetic thrown in his direction. His heart was heavy as he opened the freezer, sighing tiredly when he realized he forgot to buy the popsicles his mom told him to last week.

So understand his excitement and relief when he heard a knock on the front door, followed by a 'Mui, hurry!' and a string of complaints as something fell.

He smiled when he pulled the door open, meeting the harsh glare Nezuko threw at him with an easy laugh. He almost felt bad as he took the four semi-melted popsicles from her, watching as she wiped her face with the back of her hand before righting her bag. She shoved past him, removing her shoes and walking towards the bathroom, but not before tripping on the new rug his mom had bought.

He rolled his eyes when she cursed, laughing quietly as he rested the popsicles on the coffee table. The keyword being almost.

She reemerged a few minutes later, dropping onto the couch with a soft 'oof.' Her pink eyes found his gaze immediately, a single eyebrow raising in his direction as she opened her arms expectantly.

"First you tell me you're dying, I bring you popsicles, and this is how you repay me?" she asked dryly, wiggling her fingers for added emphasis. Muichiro sighed heavily, ignoring the heat in his cheeks as he sat next to her, laughing when her arms immediately locked around his torso.

He poked her nose. "You know it's too hot for cuddles, right?" he muttered, reaching for the remote and a popsicle. Nezuko only grumbled in response, hiding her face in his shirt as he ripped the packet open with his teeth.

It was nice to be with her like this, her head in the crook of his neck as he chewed through the popsicles she had bought. He wasn't actually paying attention to the movie on the television, choosing instead to listening to Nezuko's snorts and undignified laughter as she laughed every little joke they made.

She detached herself from him slowly, pecking his cheek before grabbing the popsicle out of his hand. He sputtered, flicking her forehead, but didn't pursue her, reaching for a closed bottle of water he had brought out earlier.

Nezuko hummed, and he looked at her after finishing his water. She had the thinking face again, mouth pressed in a thin line as her eyebrows scrunched together. He chuckled. "What's on your mind?" he asked, using his thumb to rub away the crease on her forehead.

She pulled his hand away, only to bring it to her lips. He watched, dazed, as she kissed his fingertips, brushing her mouth against the inside of his palm when she was done.

"What was that for?" he mumbled, but his voice came out a lot breathier than anticipated, suddenly entranced with how she finished her popsicle. He didn't wince when she placed the wrapper on the table, smiling softly when she used her free hand to turn his head.

"I'm feeling a bit generous," she drawled, pulling her lower lip in between her teeth as her gaze fell to his mouth. Muichiro grinned, leaning forward to press a kiss to her nose.

"While I appreciate your enthusiasm," he started, pulling away from her, "it's way too hot for any of that."

His girlfriend pouted, muttering under her breath. He laughed, his hand sliding under her chin as he drew her mouth to his. She squeaked, surprised at the sudden contradiction, but smiled against his lips anyway.

He was, however, thankful when she pulled away. Nezuko nodded, reaching for the last popsicle on the coffee table. It had melted, nothing but slush and juice now, but still a cool treat for a too hot evening.

Muichiro hated summer.

Even with the aircon at its highest, it was still too warm in his home... he was probably overheating with the way Nezuko latched onto him, but in truth, Muichiro didn't mind.

How could he when she promised to bring popsicles the next time she visited?