"Tuna, stick it in little farther."
"Okay, okay. I'm trying." He mumbled, a look of determination plastered on his face. "Hah, there we go!" He cheered, throwing his arms into the air.
"Yes! Good job, Tuna." You grinned, and ruffled his hair from your seat across from him. You and the honey loving mustard blood had been playing out in the field behind your house since nine this morning, and you had set up a small picnic for the two of you. You had just finished putting together the bumble bee kite that you had bought at the market yesterday.
A yellow blush spread over his cheeks, and he turned his attention to the plaid picnic blanket, making you chuckle. He heard you laughing, at glanced back up at you, with his beautiful blue and red eyes.You are so glad you made him take off his helmet while he was sitting down. It isn't like he could fall over and hurt himself when he isn't standing in the first place.
"You're too cute, Tuna." You exclaimed, before blushing because you realized what you had said. "U-Uh...I mean.." You saw that he had a blush on his face too, so you quickly changed to subject.
"A-Anyway, let's eat before anything else, I'm pretty hungry."
"Okay!" He grinned at you, his fangs hanging down from under his upper lip. You opened your large basket, and pulled out your lunch, which consisted of a small, folded over PB & J, and then Mituna's which was a large bowl of your infamous honey cookies. He squealed in delight when you pulled them out, and you handed them to him.
"Thankth [Name]!" You smiled, and watched him scarf down the small cookies.
Soon enough, both of you had finished eating, and you were now sprawled out on the lush green grass. You were staring up at the clouds, pointing out some shapes ever now and then.
"Look, that one lookth like a bee, honeybee!" You heard Mituna exclaim, and you raised a brow at the new nickname.
"Honeybee?"
"I thought you needed a new nickname." He blushed slightly, rubbing his neck nervously. "I-I can call you thomething elthe if you don't like it."
You glanced over at him, "I love it." And sat in silence, before you felt something on your hand. You looked down to see what it was, only to see a gray hand clenching yours. You said nothing, you just made eye contact with him for a few seconds, he was blushing like crazy, and you're pretty sure you were too. You felt you hand suddenly get wet, and you hear him mumble,
"Thorry, my handth are thweaty." Making you giggle. After about twenty or so minutes of laying there on the grass, you began to tire, and you were battling your eyelids, trying as hard as possible to keep them open.
"Mitty," He turned to you, "I'm tired..." You mumble, before blackness over took your vision, and you laid unmoving.
.......
You shot up from your place, blanket falling off your form. Wait, blanket? You quickly looked around and realized that you were laid in your bed, alone. How the hell did I get in here? You mentally question yourself.
Wait, where's Tuna? You blink, before hopping out of bed, and speeding downstairs as fast as you could, You heard noise coming from the kitchen, sounding like pans clashing together. You raised a brow, and ran into the kitchen.
"The fuck are you doing?" He jumped, and dropped the small tea cup he had been holding, making it shatter onto the floor. You guess he didn't hear you coming.
"I wath jutht making uth thome tea...I'm thorry I broke your-."
His arms wrapped themselves around your waist without thinking, and your arms were around his neck. You hugged all the time, so it wasn't really shocking for him to randomly hug you.
"I-I'm thorry I got tho clothe.....I uh....GAHHH!!" He screamed, and began hitting himself in the head, making you gasp and stop him by grabbing has hand before he could swing.
"Stop that! You have no reason to do that, you did nothing wrong." He looked down at you, you being about a foot shorter than him, his helmet masking eyes. God, you hate that stupid helmet. You absolutely love his eyes, and that dumbass helmet is the onlything that's keeping you from seein them, but it wasn't like you could take it from him.
His breathing began to calm down, slowly, but surely, as you rubbed your small thumb against his cheek. You know what? Fuck this helmet. You grab the helmet, and pull off the damned thing. You moved some hair out of his face, to see his beautiful eyes full of yellow, translucent tears. You frowned, as a few tears rolled down his pale gray cheeks. You used your thumb to wipe the tears at first, but then his cry picked up a little, so you grabbed a tissue from your pocket and wiped away his tears, staring him in the eyes as you did.
Eventually, his tears stopped, and he leaned down making you blush. He stopped at the top of your head, and planted a soft kiss onto your forehead. "Thankth for that, honeybee..." He breathed into your ear, before backing away from you, and leaving you breathless. He walked into your living room, and you heard the TV cut on, suggesting that he was probably watching a movie or something.
You held your hand to your chest, and breathed the best you could. You slowly calmed down, and then made your way into the living room where he was. You sat down next to his tall figure, and flicked your hair back behind your ear nervously. You could see him from the corner of your eye, seeing him glance at you every few seconds. Well, I guess It's now or never. You took a deep breath, before questioning him.
"Mituna..." He blinked, and turned to you. "You know you missed, right?"
"What? I- MHHP!" You muffled his sentence, crawled on top of him, and leaned down to press your lips against his. The kiss practically ended before it started, with you pulling away with a smirk, to then get off of him, and walk away. Saying one last thing before you left out the door to go back to the backyard. "You tasted pretty sweet, Mitty." You see his cheeks flush a dark, dark yellow, as you close the door.
You had finally done it.
