Kyoya couldn't help but stare as he watched Fumika type away on her laptop. Her brown hair pulled into a messy bun, glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, and wearing nothing but an oversized sweater and fuzzy socks: that the look that Kyoya loved. Of course, he loved the way Fumika looked when she dresses up as well, but this look was his favorite. An outfit reserved only for him, indicating that she's relaxed and feeling at home.
"Why do you keep staring at me?" The sound of Fumika's voice broke Kyoya out of his thoughts, and he noticed Fumika giving him a quizzical look.
"Is there something wrong with a man appreciating his girlfriend's beauty?" Kyoya questioned. He couldn't help but smirk when Fumika rolled her eyes, red cheeks evident on her pale skin.
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Kyoya Ootori."
The man gave her an innocent smile and sat beside her on the couch. "On the contrary," he said, pulling Fumika into his lap. "As a business major, and I can confirm that flattery can get me everywhere."
"Kyoya, stop," Fumika whined, "I seriously need to get this psych paper done."
He smirked and began to trail kisses down her neck.
"I will smack you if you don't stop," Fumika threatened, lifting a hand to show she meant it.
Kyoya chuckled and reluctantly let her go, "Alright, however, don't forget that we have dinner reservations at 7."
"Yes, sir."
|| Time Skip ||
"Fumika, are you ready?"
"Almost, Kyoya. Could you help me zip this up?" Kyoya looked up from his notebook to Fumika is a gorgeous purple dress, the back only half-way zipped up.
"It would be my pleasure," Kyoya said, getting up from the couch. However, seeing her milky skin up close, he couldn't help but press kisses onto her back, slowly lowering the zipper.
"Kyoya, I said zip up, not down!" Fumika laughed, pulling away from the man, "We're going to be late for our dinner reservation, you know."
"They can wait," Kyoya murmured, drawing his girlfriend closer. But before he could kiss her, Fumika placed her hand over his lips.
"Alright, you horny man. I'm serious. Zip me up and let's go or you're sleeping on the couch tonight."
Kyoya grabbed the hand covering his mouth and kissed her palm. "As you wish, m'lady."
She was his girlfriend for now, but that will soon change.
|| Attempt #1 ||
"That was delicious," Fumika sighed, a hand covering her stomach, "I totally get why their food is expensive. Thank you for this, Kyoya."
"Anything for my beloved." Kyoya smiled at her and suddenly they were locked in each other's eyes.
'They really were the most amazing shade of blue,' Kyoya thought. He could stare at those pair of eyes for hours. However, that would have to wait for later.
"Fumika," he began, clearing his throat, "It has been 5 years since we've met and been together, and I-"
"Kyo-chan! Fumi-chan! Wow, what a coincidence!"
Fumika turned her attention from her boyfriend and smiled at the couple approaching them. "Honey-senpai, Reiko-san. It's so nice seeing you guys, I didn't expect to bump into you guys here. Are you guys on a date?"
Honey nodded, "Yup! This place has the best cake! Have you tried it?"
"I just did, actually. We were actually finishing up."
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Invisible || Kyoya Ootori ||
Fanfiction━━━━ [ invisible ] All of her life, Fumika Fujioka has been invisible. Not literally, but close. Fumika has always been in the background while her sister, Haruhi, was in the spotlight. It's not Haruhi's fault for getting all...
