glory days : futakuchi kenji
requested by : HAHA YOU THOUGHT IT WAS REQUESTED BY SOMEONE- BUT IT WAS I, YING, AND IM HELLA THIRSTY FOR THIS BOY SO YEAH—
"i cant believe you dragged me here." futakuchi grumbled, glaring at the bright lights of his surrounding. "and why the hell do i have to wear this scratchy cloth?!" he continued to complain as he fanned himself a small wooden fan.
you glared at your boyfriend, "it's the summer festival! be a bit more excited won't you?" he rolled his eyes at you, using his free hand to tug at the yukata he was wearing. you wore a similarly crimson colored kimono, with a red stash to hold it all together.
the night air was cool but full of excitement as people strolled through the rows of booths with different foods, games, etc. lanterns were lit to illuminate the darkness and in the distance, fire crackers were lit, the sound of crackling fire echoed the midsummer's night.
"oi! kenji!"
futakuchi snapped out of his trance like thoughts and looked at you waving at his face. "what in the world are you staring at?" you raised an eyebrow at him in confusion. futakuchi simply smirked at you gently leaned down and pinched your cheek, tugging on it lightly.
"staring at the most beautiful woman ever..." he complimented you, causing a crimson, darker than the stash you wore, to rise to your face before you attempted to playfully smack him. futakuchi dodged with ease, standing back up and laughing at your embarrassed expression.
you huffed his blatant attempt to flirt with you and rolled your eyes at him, "let's just go see the fireworks already."
the two of you picked a spot near the top of the hill, a clearing close to the woods. several couples surrounded you two, also awaiting the bright fire show tonight.
"a-a-achoo!" you sneezed, rubbing your nose gently. futakuchi raised an eyebrow at you and groaned, "please don't tell me you're catching a cold!"
you gently hit him in the arm, "im not catching a cold dummy! it's just the pollens!" you sniffled a bit, gently rubbing your nose. futakuchi rolled his eyes before sitting behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.
"k-kenji?" you yelped, feeling the sudden warmth from his body. he chuckled lightly, his laughter sent a shiver down your spine as you slowly melted against his touch. "im just making sure you're not cold." he answered, smirking at you.
crimson rose to your cheeks again, "i-im not cold dummy!"
futakuchi hummed, leaning his head on your shoulder with a smile on his face. "whatever you say i suppose," you sighed at his response and placed your hand over his hand which was resting above your waist. you leaned against him, feeling the comfort of his touch.
the fireworks begun, colors filled the sky with loud echoes of the gunpowder igniting. colors flashed, illuminating the sky temporarily before another firework exploded into a million bright lights.
you smiled at the sky, leaning into the crook of your boyfriend's neck and softly sighing. futakuchi leaned over and pressed a soft kiss against your neck. "it's beautiful..." you mutter to him.
"you're beautiful..." he hummed in response causing you to snort. "why do i bother dating you?" you questioned, sighing and rubbing your temples lightly. a soft laughter escaped futakuchi's lip, "because you love me..."
"i suppose i do love you, you stupid dummy."
"hey... don't call me that."
"stupid dumbass."
"how about something nicer?"
"lovable dumbass"
"that's better."
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a.n
ah yes i do love futakuchi but hes such a troll and absolute crackhead :')) just like me haha
so school is so close to being over but i still have roughly 2-3 weeks left,, i am still quite busy as a finish up these last weeks
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