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1ST POV.
after kurapika and i were reunited, we had grown closer.
we fought the phantom troupe together, got our families' eyes back, and... well..
we fell in love all over again.
i was there when he was down, and he was there when i was too.
he was blind, and i helped him find his eyes.
i was blinded by rage, but he helped me see clearly.
i didn't know what I would do if he wasn't here, in my life, beside me, hurting with me, smiling with me.
i showed him my special move, and he was deeply moved that he cried, and fell to his knees.
i could conjure up his family as well, and he was very appreciative of me.
it was a chilly day outside, and we had nothing else to do but take a walk in our warm attire.
at this point, our feelings were painstakingly obvious, but neither of us stepped up to ask the other.
it kind of made me frustrated but happy at the same time.
I was just waiting for him to ask me, since leorio said it was the " manly " thing to do.
we settled on a booth inside a warm cafe, that smelled like cloves and cinnamon flavored chai tea and coffee.
i gazed at kurapika, who sat on the other side of the booth, slipping his gloves off and balling them up, and i smiled at his very red nose.
he looked confused, and i waved my mitten covered hand, slipping my own gloves off of my fingers, which were very cold and almost shivering.
kurapika let out that angelic laugh and slipped his own hand around mine, and slipped them into his sleeves, making me laugh as well.
“ kura, it's fine— my hands will warm up soon. ”, i try to reason, but he shook his head, his arms laying across the wooden table, my arms shoved up his wool sweater sleeves.
“ it's better for them to be warm right now than a few minutes later. ”, he says, like a mother.
i shake my head, and once he deemed my hands warm enough, he slipped my arms out of his sleeves and asked me what i wanted, to which i replied with a pumpkin spice hot chai and a cinnamon roll.
he left to order, and i looked at my hands, brushing my thumb over my knuckles as my heart beat erratically against my ribcage, basically screaming at me.
ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum!
translation; let me at him and suffocate him with my unearthed affection!
i pat my chest dejectedly, a pitiful smile on my face.
kurapika comes back with a normal expression, but it melts away with a small smile once he approaches me.
“ our order will be here soon. ”, kurapika says, unusually quiet.
i tilt my head and nod slowly, tapping my s/c index finger on the table, the sound of gentle music flowing through the quaint café.
i hum and rest my chin on my hand, looking at kurapika, who was currently going through a mid life crisis.
he now has a glint in his eye, and suddenly looks up at me.
“ y/n, i... have something to tell you. ”
and i panic.
what was he going to say to me?
was i too much of a bad memory?
a burden?
my eye brows suddenly crease, and he smiles and shakes his head, reaching over and grabbing my hand from across the table.
“ don't worry, it's nothing bad. i promise. ”, he says and i nod hesitantly.
his cheeks suddenly grow red and i feel my heart pound against my chest.
“ it's... it's not so sudden, considering we had obvious attraction towards each other... and i just wanted to finally ask you. y/n, i'm in love with you, before this all happened, even when our clans were still intact, even when... even when we were as happy as we could be.
my attraction toward you never faded over time like I thought it would, and just like my anger, i'm grateful it's still there. i want to be with you forever, and grow our own clan... together.
would you please be my partner? ”, he asked quietly, and i was stunned.
i snort, and felt a sting come into my eyes, and then, i wiped the single tear that streamed down my cheek, followed by another, and another, and soon, i started full on crying.
kurapika looked mildly concerned, until he saw my smiling face and sighed with a smile, leaning over and wiping my face with his sleeve.
“ you don't have to cry, y/n. ”, he said softly, and i shake my head, leaning over the table and taking his cheeks into my palms, and connected my lips to his.
he made a sound of surprise before he slowly closed his eyes and melted into the kiss, then, i saw different sly smiles pointed at us, and i pulled away in embarrassment.
