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ʚ𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕ɞ
"You're so beautiful N/n, so mindfuckingly beautiful I can't even comprehend how someone can even look like that." I internally praise myself when I see the affect of my honestly blossom along the apples of her cheeks, tinging the skin a tempting pink. She avoids eye contact, keeping her gaze locked onto the ground, with her teeth slightly sinking into her bottom lip, forbidding one of those knee-weakening smiles I savour from showing. She clears her throat, breaking her stare from the ground and finally meeting my eyes,
"Thank you Megumi," she hesitates for a moment, "you're beautiful too." My head recoils at her comment and my mouth gapes open, just faintly, but enough to be obvious as I comprehend her words.
She called me beautiful?
I've never heard that one before.
I clear my throat, "Uh thank you." I finish awkwardly, swallowing a large gulp of air, unsure how else to respond.
"Shall we sit? I brought a blanket and a little picnic." My words ramble on as we both sit on the cover of the blanket.
"Do I make you nervous Megumi?" Her small chuckles of teasing should irk me, but the melodic taunts coming from her lips are too enchanting to ever hate. Hell it's not just her laughter, simply the eloquent words falling from those lips are enticing.
The lips that I've ached to introduce to mine, the ones tempting me with each breath they release, so irresistibly alluring, like a siren to a sailor and suddenly I'm prepared to drown in the depths of Y/n.
But I know her depths are protected, guarded by a wall that I'm willing to break down brick by brick if she'd allow me the chance. She's given me a small insight into her life, her past but I can't help craving more.
"So Y/n, tell me about yourself" I initiate the conversation nonchalantly, leaning back onto my elbows letting my legs stretch the length of the blanket.
"Megumi I-" I cut her off because I already know what she's going to say, "I've told you Y/n, until you're ready I won't push you to share anything your not comfortable with sharing. I'm happy with just finding out your favourite colour for now." Her answer is immediate,
"Blue, what's yours?" she asks back with genuine interest.
"It used to be red, but more recently, I've found myself fascinated with green." c/e too. She barely ponders over my response before firing another question at me,
"Favourite food? Choose wisely because I will judge you."
"Uh I eat a lot of pizza, so pizza I guess." She shrugs, "Boring but acceptable, mine is brownies."
