Empower Us

𝐂𝐇 𝟖: 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫

I was sat in my bed. With Niko Kishimoto. Oh my god. 

After we started kissing in the rain like the lovesick idiots we are, we decided catching our death in the rain wasn't a good idea, so we went and had a shower (separate showers, we aren't gross) put on some new clothes, grabbed an umbrella and tried to sneak out of the house again.

Only for Kenji to see us, squeal a little, demand to know where we were going, squeal again when he found out we were technically together now, then usher us out the door screaming to Nazeera, something about his baby boy got a boyfriend. 

We practically ran the two minutes to my place, trying to go upstairs, then getting cornered by my parents, who were just as ecstatic as Kenji was. Dad smiled, probably happy to see me not depressed and genuinely happy. 

Then we finally managed to get to my bedroom. 

We flopped onto my bed and Niko practically insisted that we watch Tangled. Considering I've never watched it and he practically had a brain aneurysm when I said I had never seen it earlier today, so we sat, got comfy under the blankets and watched Tangled.

I won't lie,  I cried a little when I thought Flynn died. 

Niko was curled into my side, head on my shoulder as the movie came to a close. 100 minutes of cuddles. I couldn't think of anything better. Years of yearning, of praying he would notice me, only to find out he has felt the same this whole damn time. 

"So, what did you think!" Niko asked eventually, turning up to look at me. He had the goofiest smile on his face, looking at me with adoring eyes. 

"Eh, it was okay, I guess. I've seen better," I lied, just for the reaction on his face. It was the cutest damn reaction ever. I actually loved the film. It was really cute. 

"William! This film is a pop culture masterpiece how dare you!" he clutched his chest, falling back against the pillows elaborately. "My dad would genuinely try to kill you if he heard that entirely incorrect judgement."

"Try? You sure he wouldn't just kill me?" I leaned down, propping myself up on my elbow, unable to stop the grin spreading across my face.

"Yes, try, because I wouldn't let him kill you, you are too important to me, if you must know, Will," Niko responded, though his upset face didn't cease. Okay, we need to teach this guy how sarcasm works. Seriously. 

I couldn't hold it back any longer. My facade fell, and I burst out laughing, falling onto the bed next to him. "Niko, jesus, I'm joking! I loved it," I told him, still laughing. 

Niko's face softened. "Really? You being serious? Because I might have to break up with you if you are lying."

"Bit dramatic, don't you think?" I asked, rolling my eyes, and he sat uo too, eye level with me. 

"Will, I was raised by the Kenji Kishimoto, who once told my mother, and I quote, 'can't look at you, too pretty'. I think that allows some form of dramatics?" he explained, and to be fair, he wasn't entirely wrong. Kenji Kishimoto is the most dramatic man I have ever met, and I have met some people. 

There was a comfortable silence as we settled back down, the credits of the movie finishing, the room bathed in a soft light from the moon. Rain still fell outside, thunder rumbling gently in the distance, the sky occaisonally flooded with a crack of lightning. 

This was everything. Everything I could ever want.

"Will?" Niko asked, his voice low, sleepy almost.

"Mm?" 

"Do you think our parents are gonna make us sit down and give them the rundown of how the dramatic rain kiss went in the morning or are they going to leave us alone?"

I chuckled softly, gently swiping a strand of his hair from his face. "Oh our dads are definitely going to want a rundown. Who is going to take credit for getting us together even though we figured it out ourselves?" 

He leaned into my touch slightly, grinning. "Oh, definitely my dad. I can see it now." He cleared his throat, imitating his dad's voice. "No, Warner, you get no credit. It was clearly my divine intervention by grounding Kay that made our boys fall in love," 

"Damn, that was like spot on. I thought your dad was in the room with us," I said, pulling him closer to me, wrapping my arm around his back. He curled into me, head resting on my chest.

He leaned up, pressing a kiss to my lips, fingers reaching up to tangle in my hair. He loves my hair, as I've learned this evening. Even outside in the rain, he had his fingers wrapping around my locks, nails scratching over my scalp in a way that makes me tingle with pleasure. This was my boyfriend, I thought to myself. He chose me. That alone made me happy, made me realise that life was worth living.

He broke the kiss, looking me in my eyes, and I feel our expressions mirrored each others. Adoration. Love. 

"I love you, Will Warner," Niko said, running his nails over his scalp and kissing me again, lips soft, brushing over mine in a gentle caress. 

"You are such a sap, sweetheart," I muttered, the pet name sipping out before I could stop it.

"Sweetheart?" 

"Yes, sweetheart. I think it suits you."

Niko just grinned, laying down next to me, his words a sleepy whisper. "I do love you though."

I laid down next to him, pulling him against my chest. "I love you too, Niko Kishimoto."