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Children At Heart ( ＾◡ ＾ )っ ♡ Starring, Izumi Tachibana & Omi Fushimi
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"That's the last of the blankets," Izumi sighed happily, setting the freshly done laundry on the lounge's sofa. "Thanks for your help, Omi."
"Anytime." Omi gave her a boyish smile, the one that shone in his amber eyes and turned her insides gooey. Now would be the time that the two would normally part ways, tending to whatever chores were leftover before the highschoolers got home. But recently, it was becoming harder and harder to say goodbye, even briefly. Izumi found herself grasping for excuses to stay by his side.
They both stared at the monstrous pile of blankets and sheets in silence for a moment. Then, simultaneously, their eyes locked and their faces lit up. "Blanket fort?" Omi asked.
"Blanket fort." Izumi confirmed.
"Pull it a bit tighter," Omi instructed, billowing out the crocheted throw to fully cover one of the dining-room chairs. "I have some duct tape that we can fasten it with." Izumi watched him work, trying not to fixate on his hands, on the biceps bulging under his rolled-up flannel, on the smug, twinkling eyes that kept finding her own.
"Omi, are we kids?" Izumi giggled, standing on her tippy-toes so he could tape the corner of her top-sheet to the wall.
He reached over her head, so close, his hand brushing hers as he smoothed the fabric down. She caught the scent of his shampoo, carnation and honey tickling her nose as he answered. "At heart? Always."
When their masterpiece was finished, the two crawled inside, Omi hunched over slightly so his head didn't brush the top of the fort. They sat side-by-side, giddy grins glued on their faces. "Think we should move in here, now?" Izumi raised an eyebrow. "I wonder if we could smuggle in some curry."
That earned a hearty chuckle from Omi. "Curry, even now?" He shook his head, his arm easily falling around her slim shoulders and drawing her close. "But, then again, that's one of the things I love about you."
Izumi's face went beet-red. "L-Love?" She stammered, looking up at him in wonder. Omi didn't answer at first, his cheeks dusted rosy. But he also didn't deny it or brush it off like he had in the past.
"Yeah." - - -【❀】
For a moment, they both let that beautiful sentiment hang in the air, at once calming and thrilling. Izumi was rendered speechless, wondering how on earth she had been so lucky to meet such a man. To fall for him and find out that her feelings were mutual.
Mutual.
Izumi realized she needed to convey that to Omi. She flushed, noting the tension in his shoulders and the corners of his mouth quirking downward. Shit, he thinks I'm hesitating. She realized.
Unable to summon the right words, Izumi let her actions speak for her. She leaned close, one hand reaching for his sleeve and the other finding his cheek. Gentle at first, she kissed his frown away, a swell of warmth building in her chest as she felt his smile forming against her lips. As the kiss deepened, he pulled her into his lap, large palm stroking the small of her back. Heartbeats thundered. Hands began to wander.
"I love you, too, Omi." Izumi breathed between searing kisses, earning a tight squeeze within the circle of his embrace.
"Izumi." Between the huskiness of his voice and him boldly calling her name, Izumi was in danger of melting entirely.
"We're baaaack!~"
The two froze at the sound of the lounge door swinging open. A chorus of cheerful voices filled the air, and the couple lurched apart before realizing that they were hidden from sight. Izumi slapped a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing, and Omi combed his fingers through her disheveled hair, unable to suppress his own grin.
"Omi? Izumi? Are you guys here?" Sakuya called.
In answer, Omi popped his head out of the entry flap. "Yep. Sorry, the Director and I got a little carried away making... this." he gestured to their creation. "I'll whip up some snacks."
"A blanket fort??" Taichi's eyes sparkled.
Tenma scoffed. "How old are you two?"
"Still very young at heart!" Izumi chirped, popping into view and sticking out her tongue at the gaggle of incredulous boys.
"Don't even pretend you wouldn't want a secret base like that, Ten-chan." Taichi shoved Tenma's shoulder good-naturedly.
"Kantoku." Izumi flinched at the coldness in Masumi's tone. "Don't tell me you were alone in there with him?"
Izumi laughed nervously, hand flying to the back of her neck. "Um, well--"
"Who wants snacks?" Omi interrupted, brandishing a plate of pastries. Attention diverted. At least, for now.
